Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees
Again
Snipers are harder to see my friends

Weeding out the weekends

Summer comes and gravity undoes you

You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine
Bends
Hiding from your close friends

Weeding out the weekends
Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything

Love left over from lovers leaving
Books, they all know they're not worth reading
It's not for the season


When autumn comes you sit in your chair and you stare
At the TV square

Hiding in the deep end
Weeding out the weekends


Winter comes and the days all start late
There's motion on the boughs where the dark shapes
Prowl

Feeling out the feelings
Feeling out the feeling


Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything
Love left over from lovers leaving

Books, they all know they're not worth reading
They're not worth reading