Jonas Alaska October
on a day just like this on the ocean four years ago now.
the wind was to strong the waves were to big three young men were thrown of the boat
and I was at home they were fighting towards mother earth
and two of them died only twenty years after their birth
in october oh
and the last of the three was left hopelessly crying for help
the wind was screaming but the silence was stronger as he stood with his feet in the kelp
the sun was still up but it was night time when i heard who died
i only knew eric cause one time he gave me a ride
in october oh
Now i didn't know him well but I liked him he was one of those guys
that everyone knew either liked him or not cause there were no sign of lies in his eyes
I was seventeen years old the last time he spoke to me
now i'm twenty one and i'm older than he'll ever be
in october oh
my father is his mothers cousin so that makes us kin
i remember those family dinners and the old peoples funerals again and again
so strange looking round in the crowd when he wouldn't be found
oh the look on the face of his brother when they lowered him down
in october oh
october is the best turns roads into beautiful trails
the rime on the windows the leafs on your coat the frost on the cars and the rails
still out on the ocean those memories are bringing me down
but i've heard there's a symphony playing you to sleep when you drown
October again and again
