facetious73

Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees again.
The snipers are harder to see my friend.
Hiding in the deep end.
Weeding out the weekends.

Summer comes and gravity undoes you.
You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine bends.
Hiding from your close friends.
Weeding out the weekends.

Candy left over from Halloween.
A unified theory of everything.
Love left over from lovers leaving.
Books, they all know they're not worth reading.
It's not for the season.

When autumn comes you sit in your chair and you stare at the TV square.
Hiding in the deep end.
Weeding out the weekends

Winter comes and the days all start late.
There's motion on the boughs where the dark shapes prowl.
Hiding in the deep end.
Feeling out the feeling.

Candy left over from Halloween.
A unified theory of everything.
Love left over from lovers leaving.
Books, they all know, not worth reading.
It's not for the season.

~Tweedy