October Sky

Abigail Smith

Well, she slid down the hall in her socks and yelled, "Come outside"

No, no, no, nothing's wrong

I just happen to have a surprise

So we fell through the door like the autumn leaves

And I wrestled my brother down to his knees

Just to watch as her rocket shot into the October sky

There's a picture of us

In a layer of dust

On the mantle

Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left

'Cause you said you had to fly

In your October sky

Now I work in the city and I blend into the crowd

And the people grieve with me since the towers came down, down

You could cut the pollution with a butter knife

You could wake up at two and then party all night

But I'm missin' my mama, so I stand on the street and get high

There's a picture of us

Hidden in a layer of dust

On the mantle

Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left

'Cause you said you had to fly

In your October sky

Oh, woah, oh

And as I go back home to Memphis

I remember days that I

I was outside shootin' rockets

Almost as high, high

In your October

In your October

In your October

In your October

In your October sky

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Who composed the song “October Sky” by Stories?
The song “October Sky” by Stories was composed by Abigail Smith.

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