Do you, remember
The last two, Septembers?
You and I both had
Somewhere else to be
I asked for your number
For breakfast, for dinner
Or lunch by
The end of the week
And I never thought
That someone so right
Would come at a time oh so wrong
So we roam and wander
Just two fleeting lovers
Who both know
It's just not meant to be
But I'll take my chances
And bet on this dance
That someday
You'll be the one for me
Yeah who could've thought
The love of my dreams
Would come so untimely to me
So maybe we'll wait 'til
Another September
And we'll dance where
The river meets the sea
Then we'll no longer wander
As two fleeting lovers
We'd know it
Was always meant to be
That you'd come on right back to me
Whichever September
Whichever September that may be
