That September Day 

The date was nothing special, it was a Friday, I recall 
I left my house to go to work, your picture’s hanging on the wall 
The day was bright and clear, my mood was good, I have to say 
How was I to know what was to come on that September day 

The day before, I’d heard good news, to your home you’d returned 
Somewhat strange, because that very day had seen Ground Zero burn 
So I loaded up my van to do what I did everyday 
And for a while, I didn’t think of you on that September day 

I did my job, I laughed and joked, when the next stop came around 
So I parked my van and walked upstairs to some office in some town 
When I heard somebody call my name, I turned around and looked his way 
And you stared at me in black and white on that September day 

I can’t recall how I got down the stairs and back behind the wheel 
I slammed my head, I yelled and screamed, not believing this was real 
Too scared to listen to the news, with nothing left to say 
And then the radio played “I Walk The Line” on that September day 

I cried and cried, my tears kept flowing like the falling rain 
Only once before, as I recall, had I felt that kind of pain 
My memory lost some hours, ‘cause my mind went astray 
But the world will not forget what happened that September day 

The years have passed, but that day still lays heavy on my mind 
A huge loss for his family, the world of music, and mankind 
They say, “John R. passed on”, and “Cash will never go away” 
But one second turned my world around on that September day 

Words & Music by Bernd Wolf, © 2011