September Will Find Us
Now he is five
And September will find us.
The yellow van will snatch him away
And I will be left alone on the road,
My hand hanging in the moist morning air,
As if detached from my body,
Waving goodbye.
Now he is five
And September will find us.
The yellow van will snatch him away
And I will be left alone on the road,
My hand hanging in the moist morning air,
As if detached from my body,
Waving goodbye.