I asked the writer,
“Tell me what to say”
And I asked the driver,
“Turn the other way”
And I asked my mother,
“Give me one more day”

But no one told me how to feel
No, no one told me how to feel

It hurt like the window breaks your little hands
Kissing your fingers
Baby take a stand
And so said my father,
“I’ll never understand”

And no one told me how to feel
No, no one told me how to feel

And after all your cavities,
Picket signs, and sea stories
Leaves will fall
And cinnamon
I’ll see you in October

Don’t forget your memories
You’ll need them through security
Baby please come back to me
I’ll see you in October

So said the writer,
“There’s nothing left to say.”
So said the driver
“I only go one way.”
And so said my mother,
“It has to be today.”

Okay.