I wasn't sleeping well for a few weeks there in 1994I drank a lot of awful coffee and watched an awful lot of sportI was wondering if the coming months might bring you back to meFrom half a world away, a day ago, and a summer I'd never seeI all but came awayHard under the pressureOf harbouring hope and doubt in almost equal measureSo when the ringing rang the sirenOf the all too empty houseIt took a moment to rememberI was curled up on the couchInstead of striding down the fairwayAs the crowd farewelled the kingOur shadows long from lengtheningI really loved the reason I rememberIs you called to say you'd see me come September¶¶You'd see me come September¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶We'll be right back.