Cold day in October

You were drinking and I was sober,

it was a cold day,

a cold day in October,

and as we sat in a restaurant mulling things over,

you were drinking and I was sober,

because our relationship was on the rocks,

and although we tried to be polite,

the looks in our eyes were furtive,

because we had been traveling apart so often,

and we had grown distant in our hearts,

and it was already over,

and yes, there really were no words to make it any better,

and you were drinking, and I was sober,

for it was a cold day,

a cold day in October,

and we both agreed things were not what they used to be,

so, we ended it all and hugged each other goodbye,

feeling such numbness in our hearts and in our minds,

and as I watched you go in the sadness of the time,

and with tears in both our eyes,

it was a cold day,

it was a cold day in October,

and as you walked down the street,

you blew a goodbye kiss to me,

and I drank,

and I drank and I drank,

I drank to forget it was all over,

I drank to forget it was all over.