Sometime in the evening I find a green spot in this town and hide myself    Thinking of those circling skies   It takes me back to another time of duffel coats   And drawing lines in the late September evening sand   The pumpkin soup on the table, the late September sun   A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone      Autumn’s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine   Embrace the moment ‘cos everything changes and all this will too   Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill   It’s so beautiful but things are gonna change      The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun   A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on   The circling sky of seagulls the late September sun   I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone   Undone      Pedal home, pedal home    Your mother is baking your favourite apples this evening   There’s soup on the table but don’t let go it cold, no, no, no   As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean   You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer   Its last breath of summer      The pumpkin soup on the table the late September sun   Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone