Sometime in the evening I find a green spot in this town and hide myself Thinking of those circling skies It takes me back to another time of duffel coats And drawing lines in the late September evening sand The pumpkin soup on the table, the late September sun A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone Autumn's brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine Embrace the moment 'cos everything changes and all this will too Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill It's so beautiful but things are gonna change The pumpkin soup on the table as warm as an evening sun A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on The circling sky of seagulls the late September sun I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone Undone Pedal home, pedal home Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening There's soup on the table but don’t let go it cold, no, no, no As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer Its last breath of summer The pumpkin soup on the table the late September sun Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone
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