Day in September
I had a friend once who moved with no reason
I'll know him someday in the time and the season
"Bad times can't be all bad," he said, must've been my mind that he read
Perhaps sometime later I said
I knew a girl once who moved in slow motion
I knew her later and she gave me a potion
"Some times can't be all bad," she said
It must've been my mind that she read, perhaps sometime later I said
What am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now, I can't remember
The year has gone by in a whirl of sinking and changing the world
I knew a drunk once who travelled quite slowly
I knew him Thursday he turned out to be holy
"Good times can't be all bad," he said, I must've let it get to my head
Perhaps some time later I said. well, I said
Well I had a friend once who moved in slow motion
I knew him later and he gave me a potion
"Bad times can't be all bad," he said
It must've been my mind that he read, perhaps sometime later he said
I knew a drunk once who travelled quite slowly
I knew her Thursday she turned out to be holy
"Good times can't be all bad," she said
I must've let it get to my head, perhaps some time later I said
I said, what am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now I can't remember
The years have gone by in a whirl of blinkin and changing the world
Yeah what am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now I can't remember
The years have gone by in a whirl of drinking and changing the world
In September
I'll know him someday in the time and the season
"Bad times can't be all bad," he said, must've been my mind that he read
Perhaps sometime later I said
I knew a girl once who moved in slow motion
I knew her later and she gave me a potion
"Some times can't be all bad," she said
It must've been my mind that she read, perhaps sometime later I said
What am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now, I can't remember
The year has gone by in a whirl of sinking and changing the world
I knew a drunk once who travelled quite slowly
I knew him Thursday he turned out to be holy
"Good times can't be all bad," he said, I must've let it get to my head
Perhaps some time later I said. well, I said
Well I had a friend once who moved in slow motion
I knew him later and he gave me a potion
"Bad times can't be all bad," he said
It must've been my mind that he read, perhaps sometime later he said
I knew a drunk once who travelled quite slowly
I knew her Thursday she turned out to be holy
"Good times can't be all bad," she said
I must've let it get to my head, perhaps some time later I said
I said, what am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now I can't remember
The years have gone by in a whirl of blinkin and changing the world
Yeah what am I doing here in September? What was I thinking? Now I can't remember
The years have gone by in a whirl of drinking and changing the world
In September
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