every september a candle comes around
leaving me looking at less of the road
some say it's a jet plane, a booming sonic sound
in the end i guess it's just all the stories you told
our gorgeous sun is shrinking, sinking low
shadowing allwarmth with a touch of cold
a distant train, whistle blowing, is chugging toward our home
and a receding sea's whispering secrets we thankfully got to know
the pale grey done creeping 'round
reminds me where i'm bound
but i promise we'll step of this world together
when it's our time to go
so don't look for me, my love, i'll be here
don't look, my love, i'm not going anywhere
don't look for me, my love
i'll be here to stare into your eyes
'til they're no longer there
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