Do you, remember

The last two, Septembers?

You and I both had

Somewhere else to be

I asked for your number

For breakfast, for dinner

Or lunch by

The end of the week

And I never thought

That someone so right

Would come at a time oh so wrong

So we roam and wander

Just two fleeting lovers

Who both know

It's just not meant to be

But I'll take my chances

And bet on this dance

That someday

You'll be the one for me

Yeah who could've thought

The love of my dreams

Would come so untimely to me

So maybe we'll wait 'til

Another September

And we'll dance where

The river meets the sea

Then we'll no longer wander

As two fleeting lovers

We'd know it

Was always meant to be

That you'd come on right back to me

Whichever September

Whichever September that may be