Lately, Fall seems like it couldn't come any sooner,
But thank you for calling to say goodbye.
I don't want to spend another night alone,
But I hope Louisiana's enough without me.
And every now and then, I think about your face and hold your last letter,
While I lie down far away from that blanket that reminds me so much of you.
"I was just calling to remind you that I miss you more you'll ever know."
It was a bad idea to write a song so inappropriate for you.
I guess that I should say: this November when you're falling behind,
Look down your street to see if the willow tree is blowing with the wind,
That's the same temperature as that in Germantown,
And remember I miss you.
You told me the most beautiful place you'd ever been was the forest.
(It's such a bad, bad song for such a pretty girl.)
But thanks for everything, and I promise one day,
I'll write you a better song,
And take you to where the trees that used to blow bloom golden.
To me, this is the most appealing place by your beautiful side.
And with my blue eyes of yours, I'll see my black reflection,
And understand you're more to me than summertime.
If I could hear you laugh, I swear it would make my day.
But until then, you know I know, and my September is slowly on its way.
