It's the Season

It's the Season

I won't hold another

'Til autumn breaks my fall

And darling where'd the city go

Did winter take it all

Can you hold me and pretend

That it's not the season

To spend alone

Don't get too cocky

You're not in the clear

Pretty soon you'll push some poppies

And by this time next year

You might have someone to hold you but still

It's the season

To spend alone

Temporary highs and temporary lows

Will you be here when I go

The temporary load that I hold on my back

I can't take this back

Twenty years I might have with my folks

Twice a year forty phone calls left

Twenty five years that I've pictured my death

Sixty more with dirty visions in my head

I will want someone to hold me but still

Just want someone to hold me until

It's just the season

I guess Jesus gets cold as well

It's just the season

To spend alone