October

October, full of frights,
Full of dark secrets,
Full of sprites.
I travelled to Tucson, to Tombstone,
To Flagstaff,
Burned some rubber along route 66.
On our way down the river,
Saw the beauty of America.
A few days on the road,
Windows rolled down,
And music turned up,
But I couldn't escape all that I'd hoped.
Borrowed trouble in my mind,
Borrowed trouble in my heart.
Not even sure how to explain the confusion
In both, as far as men are concerned.
Flirting and humor, romance and heartache,
Just like all of the tales so often told,
And me, just trying to go with the flow.