Looking out across the empty streets
Wondering where did all the people go
One by one, they're waking from their sleep
Now they don't seem to need you any more
Long ago, it seems to me, I had a dream
What becomes of dreams?

Blue September, the nights are closing in
Blue September, a chill is on the wind
Blue September, how was I to know?

Filing past the border guards of dreams
Leaving all their memories behind
Nothing here is quite the way it seems
The clouds are painting questions in the sky
Had I known this long ago
I might not have come this way at all.

Blue September, the nights are closing in
Blue September, a chill is on the wind
Blue September, how was I to know?

Long ago, it seems to me, I had a dream
What becomes of dreams?

Blue September, the nights are closing in
Blue September, a chill is on the wind
Blue September, how was I to know?

Blue September, lay the past to rest
Blue September, a new life in the west
Blue September, some things just get old.