Texty: Rosanne Cash. September When It Comes.

There's a cross above the baby's bed, a savior in her dreams
But she was not delivered then, and the baby became me
There's a light inside the darkened room, a footstep on the stair
A door that I forever close, to leave those memories there

So when the shadows link them into an evening sun
Well, first there's summer, then I'll let you in, September, when it comes

I plan to crawl outside these walls, close my eyes and see
And fall into the heart and arms of those who wait for me
I cannot move a mountain now, I can no longer run
I cannot be who I was then, in a way, I never was

Watch the clouds go sailing, I watch the clock and sun
Oh, I watch myself, depending on, September, when it comes

When the shadows link them and burn away the clouds
They will fly me, like an angel, to a place where I can rest
When this begins, I'll let you in, September, when it comes