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 them again





Look around

The grass is high


The fields are ripe


It's the spring time 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 m !@#*cripts


Of unpublished rhyme




Drinking my vodka and lime

I look around


Leaves are brown

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter