Sometime in the evening 
I find a green spot in this town and hide myself 
Thinking of those circling skies 
It takes me back to another time of duffel coats 
And drawing lines in the late 
September evening sand 
The pumpkin soup on the table, the late 
September sun 
A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone 
Autumn’s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine 
Embrace the moment ‘cos everything changes and all this will too 
Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill 
It’s so beautiful but things are gonna change 
The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun 
A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on 
The circling sky of seagulls the late 
September sun 
I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone 
Undone Pedal home, pedal home 
Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening 
There’s soup on the table but don’t let go it cold, no, no, no 
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean 
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer 
Its last breath of summer 
The pumpkin soup on the table the late 
September sun 
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone