It did glide in like a sunbeam on a Thursday afternoon So I nursed it like a sick kid; it just looked so much like you Feel the stiff light; wish it goodbye, like a passing tractor beam Deep October, she's a dear old friend and a tightly woven seam Between the daylight and the sharp night of the heavy hearkening It's there I greet you as a lonely child Whispering "this one's on me" We grew up there in the thin air of the heavy slated sky Endless winter, we could nurse her; we could cure her if we tried Are you listening? Have you fooled me? Memories like an elegy Why is something trying to push me to admit this one's on me? Is my silence just a violent thing? Do I house a crooked mind? Happy people; try to be like them, robed in mystery and kindness Skim the surface, let yourself sink back to innocent belief It's there you'll find me, I'll be smiling My old friend, this one's on me