Little Jack Melody & His Young Turks Gone In October
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