Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November...
And these few precious days
I spend with you
These precious days
I spend with you

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November...
And these few precious days
I spend with you
These precious days
I spend with you

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WEBMISTRESS speculates:

Lindsey didn't write this song, but why did he pick it? He probably liked the sound, although the only part I like is the section starting with "And the days dwindle down....". The one line I find in this song that reflects a theme found in a lot of Lindsey's work is "I haven't got time for the waiting game." He hates waiting (see Not That Funny)! And perhaps he did feel time his was getting short in FM (although he didn't actually leave for a few years).