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Driving through September, one mile from Tully
The New York green's unruly, waiting for the rain
Fall is coming in your part of the country
And I'm driving down this eastern road without you again

It's been eight years now since I took my leave from you
In the fall when the leaves turned to rust
Many a time I've thought of leaving what little was my own
Give into Colorado summer when it called me home

So when December comes I'll always remember you in July sun
A bead of sweat runs down your cheek
You're staring at a half-open door as we're sitting here in silence
Cause I'm saying I'll see you in a week when we both know it'll be twenty four more

It's getting closer now, the day that I come home
I'll be there when the wildflowers bloom
And for a time I'll be with you with nowhere else to go
‘Til the next thing comes along and starts calling me home

So when December comes I'll always remember you in July sun
A bead of sweat runs down your cheek
You're staring at a half-open door as we're sitting here in silence
'Cause I'm saying I'll see you in a week when we both know it'll be twenty four more

Now I'm driving through September 40 miles from Denver
Prairie dust clouds in my rear view
Fall is coming in this part of the country
And I'm driving down this western road ‘til I get home to you

So when December comes I'll always remember you in July sun
A bead of sweat runs down your cheek
You're staring at a half-open door as we're sitting here in silence
'Cause I'm saying I'll see you in a week when we both know it'll be twenty four more

‘Cause I'm saying I'll see you in a week
When we both know it'll be twenty four more

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