to all the awful things
i never got to say
well here they come
and some are black
and some are gray and white
some don't have a color
please don't wonder why
cause i don't know
the seasons are changing once again my friends
the seasons are changing once again and yet i stay the same
and i try i try i try sometimes i get it right,
and i try i try i try just not for you
by the way
the desire to defend has taken bait
and again it pleases me to see you clean and well
i can tell you've wiped it off your sleeve
all i can hope now is the same thing happens to me
the seasons are changing once again my friends
the seasons are changing once again and yet i stay the same
and i try i try i try sometimes i get it right,
and i try i try i try just not for you
no reason to notice the way its back and forth
and i wonder how i'll be
and i wonder what i'll see
cause the places that you said
that we would get to go
we we won't
and the faces that you said that
i would to to know
well i never will