I could be a poster on the wall
Flat as a field, and lifeless as the day is long
My corners will wear, my colors will fade
But my eyes will surely see
From the outside looking in
October girls will never come this way again
From the outside looking in
It really makes no difference in the end
There aren't many things of which I'm sure
How about a helpful hint or two along the way
I'll look but cannot touch, if some is good then more is worse
And I can't make the feeling stop
From the outside looking in
October girls will never come this way again
From the outside looking in
It really makes no difference in the end
Softly spoken promises that tear away the memories
Abandon your love before there's nothing even left of me
These aging perceptions that I never seem to change of you
From the outside looking in
October girls will never come this way again
From the outside looking in
It really makes no difference in the end