Saturdays In September

Long summer days tucked in a box

Smell of rain on the sidewalk

Feel of the fall in the air

I love these drives to nowhere

Singing la da, la da, la da da da da, la da da da da da

Long, winding roads and gettin' lost

And politics, silly jokes, talkin' just to talk

About anything and, man, everything

And those moments of losing our innocence

And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes

Reading and writing love letters

It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you

And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September

Another busy week, another lonely day

Another thought of you that just won't win (just won't win)

For Saturday

And those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes

Reading and writing love letters

It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you

And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September

I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September

I can't wait to go (yeah I never know) and I just can't get enough

Of those up all night Friday nights, phone calls and our goodbyes

Reading and writing love letters

It's hard to sleep in between thinking 'bout you

And me dreaming of being together on Saturdays (Saturdays) in September

I love those Saturdays (Saturdays) in September

And these are the days I'll remember

Long summer days tucked in a box

Smell of rain on the sidewalk