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 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Of unpublished rhyme.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