Graduating
Well, it's been a looong 6, 7 years of confusion, collapse and turmoil, but I'm moving on. I swear, once this is done, I'm going to quit smoking. I'm going to accept evolution in full stride. A sincere thank you to all the friends and peeps.
September Song (Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson)
Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven�
For the waiting game.
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.