It’s September and the colors are changing hue.  
The days are getting shorter and the air a little cooler.
The hum from the factory sings a different tone.  
The tired and aching workers are heading home.  

Chorus:
We’re gonna make it, 
we’re gonna be just fine.  
We’re gonna make it, 
sure as the sun shines.  

I hear the screen door slamming and see your profile.  
I know we’ve hit the big time I see it in your smile.
I think I see it coming like I’ve never seen before.  
The clock is moving backwards and 
we’re falling through the door, through the door.