Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.
I was so hard to
please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the
riverside'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 pass away
Simply pretend that you can build the m again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The
fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.
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
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished
rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.