October's Goodbye

The trick-or-treaters are fast asleep by now
And the costume parties have run out of beer
The morning ghosts saunter in the wind's sound
As the fireflies flicker their last time of the year

The sprinklers begin to water the sidewalks
And the brown leaves whisper in the breeze
Your wristwatch reads it's four o'clock
As we walk home beneath the trees

The leafless branches cackle like whips
While in the distance a lonely dog barks
You wipe the chocolate stains off my lip
And kiss me softly in the dark