September days are the nicest days of the years
Everything changes and green turns to brown in your eyes
Anticipating anxiety and disbelief
September days are the nicest days of the years
I’ve been painting the windows of your hotel
The sidewalks are straining to catch me and keep me the night
Anticipating the shadows changing, week by week
I’ve been painting the windows of your hotel
All along the streets are strangers filing into town
But you and I must save a place for shadows on the ground
September days are the nicest days of the year