t 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..