Late September

Late September

Tekst og musikk: Liv Karin Lange

It’s late September,
Rain is falling.
My bags are packed,
It’s time to go.
I’m heading for a new horizon,
So different from this town I know.

Oh, I’ve got my ticket,
Know where I’m going.
Know I will see you again.
I’ll take your hand
And you will guide me,
Through streets were dreams entertain.

I’ll meet that hopeful man on Broadway,
Who’s waiting for that shining star.
I’ll take a cab and let the driver,
Play me his song there in the dark.

Oh, I’ve got my ticket,
Know where I’m going.
Know I will see you again.
I’ll take your hand
And you will guide me.
Through streets were dreams entertain.

Oh, I’ve got my ticket,
Know where I’m going.
Know I will see you again.
I’ll take your hand
And you will guide me,
Through streets were dreams entertain.

© Midt-Norsk Musikkproduksjon/Liv Karin lange