But that doesn’t mean it’s light So let’s drink to when it’s over And let’s drink to when we meet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street It’s going to be September now For many years to come Every heart adjusting To the strict September drum I see the Ghost of Culture With the numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed So let’s drink to when it’s over And let’s drink to when we meet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street
