Blackberry Way Records

Lyrics

She always says she can’t remember
Because that was a long time ago
The days sailed on by in the blink of an eye
And she’s forgotten the face of that beau

But every year’s sun in September
Shines a light on an age worn page
And the colorwheel turns on a pin and reveals
What the clouds have been hiding away

Heads up
She’s turning her eyes to the sky
And now it’s flooding back in and the memory washes her mind

A bright yellow watch in his pocket
A wool suit that smelled like the hay
A red apple Sunday, a flower in his button hole snatched
And she’s running away

But every evening sun in September
Sheds a light on an age worn page
And the colorwheel turns on a pin
And reveals what the clouds have been hiding away

Heads up
She’s turning her eyes to the sky
And now it’s flooding back in and the memory washes her mind

Some kind of trouble in the harbor that morning
Put all the fellas in a serious mind
Two days later they laid down their tools
And signed their names on the dotted line

Heads up
She’s turning her eyes to the sky
And now it’s flooding back in and the memory washes her mind

She always says she can’t remember
Because that was a long time ago
The days sailed on by in the blink of an eye
And she’s forgotten the face of that beau