Time, time, time,
See what's become of me,
While I looked around,
For my possibilities,
I was so hard to please.
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky,
Is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band,
Down by the river,
It's bound to be a better ride,
Than what you've got planned,
Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your hopes, my friend,
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pa** away,
Simply pretend,
That you can build them again.
Look around,
Gra** is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.
Ah, seasons change with the scenery,
Weaving time in a tapestry,
Won't you stop and remember me,
At any convenient time,
Funny how my memory skips,
While looking over man*scripts,
Of unpublished rhyme,
Drinking my vodka and lime.
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky,
Is a hazy shade of winter.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground,
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Look around,
Look around.
Leaves are brown,
And the sky,
Is a hazy shade of winter,
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground,
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
There's a patch of snow on the ground.
Do.