Once upon a red October
Under the moonlight sober
A man wandered down a beach
His mind just out of reach
A lost wife, a dead son
It really didn't help, holding the gun
He'd sit here in depression, waiting for the rising sun
And at the dawn of the morrow
He would end his sorrow
With a gun to the head
Everyone would hear him dead
But not for a long while yet
He still had some "friends" to get