sweet september
and when you come
sweet september
she'll be far away
and i'll be here
waiting
like a doll in a toybox
in a misplaced yesterday - waiting
and when you come
sweet september
you'll make me smile
i'll know your cold blue autumn sky
your red-brown goldenrod happiness
and i'll remember
and wonder if she remembers
or if she ever knew
and when you pass
sweet september
like a doll in a toybox
you'll be waiting
and under a cold blue october sky
i will too.
© 2005 Lance Gallup
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