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Of unpublished rhyme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