There's a junked out truck stuck in the mud Down in the valley where the low fields flood Every spring when the river jumps its banks A few stubborn leaves clinging to the bough By the wing or wheel the whole deal's gone south Only ones left got no place else to go Everything in ruin now Ruin now, ruin now Everything in ruin now Soon to be renewed All is still in the chilly night Save one lone cricket fiddling for his life Sawing off a shivery waltz before the frost It's all gone to seed, brown and spent And I'm a-wonderin' where all of the innocence went Will it come back like a redwing blackbird's song Frost on windows filigreed And I could use a little wildcard up my sleeve Just in case Old Man Winter calls my bluff It smells like snow, the sky's hearse black Full moon cloudy as a cataract But all I got to do is make it through these next few months