And there was a very sacred place back home where I grew
Oh, between three old pine trees that nobody knew
And I'd close my eyes and pass the time like youngins often do
But now I'm long gone, completely ruined

Oh, darlin' you and I were made for many different things
Oh, to live and learn, and lie and laugh, and fight and dance and sing
But our hearts have been so battered by the things that we have seen
And I can feel it in the way that you look at me

We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done
Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves

My grandmother's lullabies used to sing me to sleep
Oh, and I can't sleep nowadays without liquid relief
Well, if lullabies were whiskey then my Grandma's drinks were cheap
I can't afford sleep anymore

For we were never made for love, our souls are far too old
Oh, but loneliness needs company and a lost dog needs a home
So, you will be the fire and I will be the coal
Baby, we can burn out of control

We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Oh, Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done
Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves

We could pick any old road and start again
Hell, we could change our names and try to forget
Oh, Lord knows I'll be sorry when it's done
Oh, but circumstances shot us down like September doves
Circumstances shot us down like September doves