An August night in Saratoga, this is my favorite time of year.
Reminds me of California, any other time of year.

The spaces in between all the good times we have seen
Have some meaning.
Tonight, I'm going to try not to let them slip on by,
So many words too often go unsaid.

October days will always linger, as a reminder to us all,
To celebrate all the little things, that keep us going through the fall.

The spaces in between all the good times we have seen
Have some meaning tonight.
Tonight, I'm going to try not to let them slip on by.

So many words too often go unsaid,
So many lines too often go unread.

The spaces in between all the good times we have seen
Have some meaning tonight.
Tonight, I'm going to try not to let them slip on by.