Well my lines were in knots And my knees were blistered From days searching out the sea There was a desert land There was a drive up north There were pacific eyes With an east coast heart All the scribbles on the napkins I threw away & all the bright red roses I put in a plastic vase Maybe it’s too early - maybe it’s too soon Maybe it’s too early for you Gypsies lost, melted ice I knew I was never right but I said it & I did it anyways Everything’s a spiral There is no denial Maybe you will turn This way someday Maybe it’s too early - maybe it’s too soon Maybe it’s too early for you All the candles lit in August Withstood the falling leaves Of leaves of Autumn & broke through the frost Of the winter To be born again In the spring We’re all born again In the spring