September, September
Cranberry bogs
Ship in a field
Rifling through old junk
The quiet in their car
Wanting for none
Boxes of things
Rattle in the trunk
What goes out, what comes back
The guest has stayed forever
I learned so much from...
Poking holes in the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Windblown, a new path
Setting to work
And what is clear now
Leave for later on
September, September
Swing open the door
Leaves on the page
New apples at the store
Somewhere, somewhere
(Somewhere, somewhere)
The sunlight slides along the lawn
Come on get happy
Poking holes in the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Poking holes in the clouds
Come and go, soft and slow
Nowhere to begin the road
Lemon tree, birds busy
You and me in the garden
At times feel good, at times so low
When other roll and then they fly away
A brick building, the night sky
While eagles fly out of the dark
Out of the dark
Out of the dark
Out of the dark
Out of the dark
Out of the dark
