The Last Days Of Winter

I spy with my little eye

The sun shining brightly

The clouds rolling by

The last days of winter

Now seem so far away

And everything looks green

When it used to be grey

And I've watched the change

Like the changing in my mind

And I chased the leaves

Like the words I never find

Like the people I knew

Who I sometimes see today

Some still bright like fire

And some faded away



I turn on the radio

And someone's playing a song

I turn on the news

Hear what's going on

I turn on my back

When I'm full of beer

And I turn off the news

When I don't want to hear



And I've seen a girl who looks so very sad

Nothing left but a memory of all the times she's had

And I've seen a man who looks so sad inside

Nothing left but the memories from which he cannot hide



So I learned to fight

With a Weapon Called The Word

And I learned to rise my voice

So that I'd be heard

And I learned to fight

With a weapon called the word

And I learned to raise my voice

But I've never been heard