It was never the plan to just up and leave 
 You know I've tried to understand 
 Now it's out of my hands 
 And the months just creep 
 Now I'm just another man 
 And they're calling the names on the local station 
 Praying for the marching man 
 [bad word] the fall, I will remember you 
 Though I'll be gone November  [bad word] May I still remember you 

 In your dress on the porch waiting for the morning 
 With your flowers in your hand 
 In the shoes that we bought 
 Waiting for the marching band 
 [bad word] the fall, I will remember you 
 Though I'll be gone December  [bad word] May I still remember you  [bad word] the fall, I will remember you 
 Though I'll be gone September  [bad word] May I still remember you 

 It was never the plan to just up and leave 
 You know I've tried to understand  [bad word] the fall, I will remember you 
 And If I'll be gone forever 
 I'd still remember..