August, I'll see you soon, under yellow moons,
where I'll gather what's left of you.
And August, I'm on your side.
Or did I speak too soon?
Now we've crossed the great divide.

Someday, we'll meet beyond the stars,
and it'll be away from here.
Someday, we'll meet beyond the time and the bars,
and it'll be away from here.

August, August of last year,
before the leaves disappeared,
told me you were not the one.
August, something in your eyes,
or was it that July?
Told me not to take it to heart.

Someday, we'll meet beyond the stars,
and it'll be away from here.
Someday, we'll meet beyond the limits of who we are,
and it'll be away from here.

Someday, we'll meet beyond the stars,
and it'll be away from here.
Someday, we'll meet beyond the land that you call 'miles away.'
Away from here.