Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

With the cuts and the bruises It drives me away But it turns me on Like a stranger's love It rockets through the universe It fuels the lies and feeds the curse And leads me to be Rose tinted view

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

I'll move on baby just like you When the desert floods and the grass turns blue When a sailing ship don't need her moon It will break my heart but I'll get through Someday when I stop loving you One foot on the bus 'bout half past nine I knew that you

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Cause I'm as stubborn as a girl can get When I tell him to change his ways He just turns to me and says I, ain't no quitter No, I ain't giving up on him just yet I'm sticking to it No he won't quit, but you can bet I, ain't, I ain't no quitter He's

Time still turns the pages of the book its burned Place and time always on my mind I tried to heal the broken love with all I could How do I live without the ones I love? I have so much to say but you're so far away Never feared for anything, never

He wears high trimmed pan Stripes are really yellow Love will make you drink and gamble Make you stay out all night long repeat But if you treat me right baby I'll stay home everyday Love is just like the faucet It turns off and on My man don't love me

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

But what if I need you in my darkest hour? And what if it turns out there is no other? We would see a sign Where do I turn to when there's no choice to make? And how do I presume when there's so much at stake? I was so sure of it all If this is our last