Lyrics 7 September 2003 - The Elected

7 September 2003

One, two…
Two, three, four
I was riding around with my worst friend
It was the seventh of September
The day that I surrendered
Now fifteen more till my birthday
And he was talking 'bout a girl that he’d just met
«What was her name?
I can’t remember
Oh, but man, she was a mover
You shoulda seen the way she danced»
Oh, baby, please don’t leave me here
With these awful people, I, I fear
May help me become a man I will regret
And they say when you finally lose your love
It’s gone but you never forget
Well, my cup, it runneth over
With dyin' dreams and losing bets
And if it remains an island and you just don’t look back
All the stories they say we’ll tell
Well, I tell too many stories
So I guess it’s just as well
Oh, keep that bad news to yourself
Yeah, save it for somebody else
Yeah, baby, I do believe I’ll never see your face again
Oh, baby, I got somethin' to tell you
These awful people won’t know me as well
As you do, I’ll save my good side for you
And on the last night of summer, I got you alone
And we talked until dawn and then I walked you home
And I said, «baby, there’s someone out there for you
And maybe he saved his best side for you»