| Song | October Reasons |
| Artist | Nanci Griffith |
| Album | Poet in My Window |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffith | |
| I'm gonna open up the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
| Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
| 5 a.m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
| We're all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
| But if I stopped to call you | |
| What would I say? | |
| Hell, I know I'd feel the same | |
| I can open up the window and let in October | |
| Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
| Where the phone don't ring my dues to pay | |
| And the echoes of your city | |
| No longer call my name | |
| I said I wasn't happy anyway | |
| The ghosts in the closet | |
| You need to drive away | |
| Ain't gonna take this pride I've saved | |
| I can open the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Ain't it gonna be hard when you realize | |
| You're still the same old fool inside | |
| I ain't gonna let your blues take the prize | |
| So honey open up the window and let in October | |
| You may never love quite the same | |
| And it's yesterday's mornin's | |
| Lord they'll always remain |
| zuo ci : Griffith | |
| I' m gonna open up the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
| Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
| 5 a. m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
| We' re all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
| But if I stopped to call you | |
| What would I say? | |
| Hell, I know I' d feel the same | |
| I can open up the window and let in October | |
| Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
| Where the phone don' t ring my dues to pay | |
| And the echoes of your city | |
| No longer call my name | |
| I said I wasn' t happy anyway | |
| The ghosts in the closet | |
| You need to drive away | |
| Ain' t gonna take this pride I' ve saved | |
| I can open the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Ain' t it gonna be hard when you realize | |
| You' re still the same old fool inside | |
| I ain' t gonna let your blues take the prize | |
| So honey open up the window and let in October | |
| You may never love quite the same | |
| And it' s yesterday' s mornin' s | |
| Lord they' ll always remain |
| zuò cí : Griffith | |
| I' m gonna open up the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
| Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
| 5 a. m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
| We' re all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
| But if I stopped to call you | |
| What would I say? | |
| Hell, I know I' d feel the same | |
| I can open up the window and let in October | |
| Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
| Where the phone don' t ring my dues to pay | |
| And the echoes of your city | |
| No longer call my name | |
| I said I wasn' t happy anyway | |
| The ghosts in the closet | |
| You need to drive away | |
| Ain' t gonna take this pride I' ve saved | |
| I can open the window and let in October | |
| And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
| Ain' t it gonna be hard when you realize | |
| You' re still the same old fool inside | |
| I ain' t gonna let your blues take the prize | |
| So honey open up the window and let in October | |
| You may never love quite the same | |
| And it' s yesterday' s mornin' s | |
| Lord they' ll always remain |