Time, time, time
See what's become of me, while I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please

* But look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the river side
It's bound to be a better ride, than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hope should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again
Look around

The grass is high
The fields are ripe
It's springtime of my life
Seasons change scenery, weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skip
While looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

I look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Look around