You were a neon Casper
Dragging your feet towards the talkative lawn
Where obscure costumes make jokes
That aren't as clever as they might have thought
Sarah was supposed to be around
As some sort of swamp thing or fish monster
But the effort to find her seems more work than the pay off
These falling leaves are pretty nice
Even out here in the dark of night
Twiddling thumbs curbside
Must be my idea of a good time
Too bad this isn't just about candy anymore
It's too bad I can't walk on to the next door