Late September in the city
The sky is grey, the air is sticky
I keep falling in and out of sleep
Lettin' the sun scorch the grass
The flies are knockin' on the glass
But they're the only other friends I have, you see
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn
He's my man, we're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I'll love him like nobody else can
He's my man, I've been damned
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man