Lyrics

Windy night, late September
The leaves lose their hold
On the porch I remember
The stories we told
Appearing soon is a cradle moon
To start its walk 'cross the sky
And all last week it played hide and seek
With the clouds rolling by

A tire swings from the old tree
Where I used to play
It hangs around like a memory
Lost along the way
As night moves on, and I look upon
All the years passing by
The old and new have a rendezvous
Right here by my side

Roads to be followed
Are joined to trails gone by

I think tonight, I just might
Un-hitch my wagon from its star
'cause now and then, where you should have been,
is exactly where you are

Roads to be followed
Are joined to trails gone by

Windy night late September
The leaves lose their hold
The stories I will remember
Still wait to be told