Lyrics Without a Name - Fortunate Ones

To hear you sing all night
Valerie could save my life
Kick drum hanging on the breeze
Oh, to be that summer dress hanging 'round your knees
August takes her final breath
Through the haze of the dog days we wade through it
You tore into town like a hurricane
And carried it off like a freight train
Who knew that time would take you away
Just a storm without a name
Just a storm without a name
I'm a torn and tired leaf
Pleading for reprieve beneath your feet
Winter wields her heavy hand
Too soon under snow she'll lay to rest our best laid plans
If your eyes had only seen below the maudlin evergreens
A sorry fool, a broken heart, with ventricles that tore apart
Like ancient art you threw it all away