I live for September,

I live for September,
in the weary weeks ahead.
I live for September,
as I lay here in my bed.

The lonesome summer before me
will go on for what'll seem like forever,
I probably won't see you,
although I won't say 'never'.

We might bump into each other,
at Wal-Mart, or swimming, perhaps
My friend looking for your brother,
and our hearts will relapse

But, I know I'll dream a little dream
write a little note
which I'll never give you, it'll seem
until that backdrop has a goat

And, then the day will come,
and we'll meet once again,
Not as big for some
but for me, for us, a ten

That's when I realize
why I lived for September
in those weary weeks behind,
because, until September,
you were always on my mind.