Gone In October Lyrics

In New England, the leaves are falling
And Catholic girls sleep in sweet dreamless sheets
Broken windows blink out of the red bricks and silence
On a heaven of cobblestone streets
But down in St. Pete
There's a phone that won't be ringing
And a sad canvas Jesus looks down from the wall
On a tired blue-eyed angel in an uneasy chair
Gone in October

Near the churchyard, the highway's calling
And eager thumbs and the North Star still collide While a father and a brother and a golden Adonis
Sleep the winter at the end of the ride
But down in St. Pete
In a frame house with a driveway
St. Christopher and a postcard side by side on a wall
Johnnie Walker and the TV watch a wanderer there
Gone in October

But down in St. Pete
There's a phone that won't be ringing
And a sad blue-eyed Jesus smiles down from the wall
On the ghost of an angel in an uneasy chair
Gone in October

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