I missed the fair again this year
That makes two
No ride atop the greasy Ferris wheel with anyone
It ends up October
Where everything starts for me
I waited for her to see for the third time
And thank God, she's wearing the same shirt again
And as strange as she was
That made her so familiar
That newness would brighten my life
And these are the last days the sun will shine before winter
The last time to warm our faces for half a year
And I keep missing no one to wait for
I keep missing
And thank God she's wearing the same shirt again