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

Hey, hey, what do you got? Doesn't matter to me 'cause I don't want it I'm not the only one Selling the secret to the Sun Welcome to the Universe Where does your garden growgrow? Tell me the secrets that you know Another time, another place (place) Where are

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

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

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? You look good, we came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Yeah you look good, and I got money but I don't wanna waste my time Back of my

Than we are We got time to growgrow (Grow) To think (Think) The air we need Let the daylight sink (Sink) So you and me Can fall asleep Our light is shining

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we

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

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

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find