The last cut grass of autumn smells so sweet
But not as sweet as fallen leaves
With the longest days behind me
Only souvenirs remind me of old memories
And I work to tape a photograph
Your head thrown back in laughter I can almost hear
But it's trailing off like thoughts of August
Chasing down a late September breeze
Down below the town the river rolls
And where it's going I can only guess
And way up north the fishermen are
Trading in their summer gear for winter dress
They'll drill into that ice again
And find the fish that spend the winter hiding there
Wish that I could weather this as well
While you're chasing down a late September breeze
The hummingbirds are first to fly
The others hang around until first snow
They'll fly to South America and
Come the spring they'll somehow find their way back home
Me, I've got some wood to gather
But you know I'd really rather be just anywhere
Anywhere I can forget you're out there
Chasing down a late September breeze
How I wish I could forget you're out there
Chasing down a late September breeze