to all the awful things i never got to say
well here they come and
some are black and some are gray
and white
some don't have a color please don't wonder why
cause i don't know

the seasons are changing once again my friends
the seasons are changing once again, yet i stay the same
and i try, sometimes i get it right, and i try
just not for you

by the way
the desire to defend has taken bait
and again it pleases me to see you clean ann well
i can tell you've wiped it off your sleeve
all i can hope now is the same thing happens to me

the seasons are changing once again my friends
the seasons are changing once again, yet i stay the same
and i try, sometimes i get it right, and i try
just not for you

no reason to notice the way its back and forth

and i wonder how i'll be
and i wonder what i'll see
cause the places that you said
that we would get to go
we we won't