Saturday morning,
And it's growing light
I look out my window,
And remember the night
A story is starting,
And this story ends.
And I feel like I need you again
Time used to move softly
When I was at home
It went on without me
And left me alone
Now it sits at my shoulder
And claws at my pen
And I feel like I need you again…
Well I recall September,
The leaves turnin' brown
Remember October,
Left leaves on the ground.
And here's come December,
Like an elderly friend.
And I feel like I need you again
—Harry Chapin
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