Verse 1

I kept your picture by the kitchen door

The summer folded up, then came once more

I thought that time could teach my heart to leave

But every September brings you back to me

Chorus

I turn the calendar, and there it is again

The third of September, like a note from back then

I look at your picture, meet your eyes once more

Why, oh why did we have to close that door?

We meant every promise, we were all in, true

On the second of September, I still had you

Verse 2

The little café still remembers our song

The waiter asks if you’ll be coming along

I smile like I’m fine, say, “Maybe someday”

Then take the long way home the old way