Verse 1

The calendar hangs by a crooked nail

Summer's last color is turning pale

You left your scarf in the back of my car

And September keeps arriving like a bruise in the dark

Pre-Chorus

I told my friends that I was doing fine

Then your old number lit up in my mind

Chorus

On the third of September, I still remember

The words we couldn't take back then

You said goodbye by the kitchen window

I said, "I'll see you around again"

Hey! Hey! The whole room answers

Hey! Hey! I hear your name

On the third of September, I still remember

And every year it hits the same