In the middle of the day
He takes off from work
And he
Takes off his gloves
He runs down the street
With the October leaves in the breeze
That seems to
Be calling her name
<One cigarette in the orange
That’s Glowing off the blacktop
Makes him shiver
And dram
Of what it would be like
To sit with her
What it would be like
To sit with her
‘And do nothing
but dream