Sept. 17

Oh, to find you this autumn
Autumn strays into evening
Now is September 17
And I should have known
And I should have known
You’ll pardon me if I don’t believe
What a fine day to believe
What a fine day to believe
What if I don’t believe?
Never thought they could find me and
I never thought they would find me here
Unlucky days unlucky strays
Did I say unlucky?
I just meant unhappy
I should have know and
I should have know
If you’ll pardon me if I don’t believe
What a fine day to believe
What a fine day to believe
What if I don’t believe?