Sent my summer love away, it’s September in the yard

Watermelon and rose, it’s a Saturday affair

I’m a playboy, but the shoe don’t fit and I’m running out of time

Played a game that I mean to quit, but I was magic in my prime

On the grass beneath the lights, the weather was so fair

That much remains in black and white, as the memory will fail

I know that photograph so well, it’s us on the carousel, just riding around

Barkers holler in the midway at the Crawford county fair

Ran to ride the tilt-a-whirl, as if I’d find my courage there

Yet my run disturbed the dust, like walking in the snow

That image soon will fade away, it’s just where the footprints go

On the grass beneath the lights, the weather was so fair

That much remains in black and white, as the memory will fail

I know that photograph so well, it’s us on the carousel, just riding around