Saturday morning and it's growing light. I look out my window and remember the night. The story is starting or the story ends And I feel like I need you again. Time used to mose softly when I was at home. It went on without me, and left me alone. Now it's sits at my shoulder and claws at my hand And I feel like I need you again. A song needs a reason and rhyme. My love needs a little more time. Now I recall September, leaves turned brown Remember October, left leaves on the ground. And here comes December like an elderly fan. And I feel like I need you again. A song needs a reason and rhyme. My love needs a little more time.