Stuck in the Fall - The Copyrights

Everyone confirms that it hasn’t been that bad

But they seem to agree that we’ve all been had

So what can we do 'til the cavalry comes?

Should we stockpile our drugs or stock up on guns?

These October nights can’t figure themselves out

Leaves fall onto the street like words from my mouth

No point, no destination, they just hang around

And I turn the heater on

Then you say with a yawn, «Summer's over»