(p. simon)

Bangles



Time, time, time

See what's become of me



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

It's bound to be a better ride

Than what you've got planned

Carry a cup in your hand



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

Grass is high

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



Look around

Leaves are brown

And the sky

It's a hazy shade of winter



Look around

Leaves are brown

There's a patch of snow on the ground