Season’s Over

It’s the end of the season

and this sun’s been losing shine

if I needed something to believe in,

this would do just fine

 

The season’s over, I’m still here

and nothing’s really changed as such

this was true and that was clear

but the winter cold’s too much

 

Season’s over,

months behind my shoulder

season’s over

and I guess I’ve gotten older

season’s over

season’s over

and gone

 

Satin summers, fragile times

how could we all know?

it hit hard and sharp to the mind,

fresh carrion under snow

 

My view is fading out,

that summer’s gotten grey

now what’s all this frost about?

I know but I won’t say

 

Season’s over,

another chip on my shoulder

season’s over

that fine summer’s smoulder

season’s over

season’s over

and done with

 

I know but I’m not saying