redefining september

it is september now
september, for many years to come
every heart's adjusting
to this strict september drum

i see ten septembers in a row
with numbers on their days
display some new conclusions
which all of us have missed

so let's drink to when it's over
and let's drink to when we meet
i'll be standing on this corner
where there used to be a street.

as such

oh what a perfect day,

drinking iced tea in the park, and then later when it gets dark, we go home.

such a perfect day,

seeing animals in the zoo, and then later a riverside walk too, and then home.

oh it's such a perfect day,

problems are left alone, weekenders on our own, it's such fun.

it's a perfect day,

you made me forget myself, i thought i was someone else, someone good.

oh it's such a perfect day,

i'm glad i spent it with you. such a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on.

you're going to reap just what you sow...