(p. simon)
bangles

time, time, time
see what´s become of me

time, time, time
see what´s become of me
while i looked around
for my possibilities
i was so hard to please

look around
leaves are brown
and the sky
is a hazy shade of winter

hear the salvation army band
down by the riverside
it´s bound to be a better ride
than what you´ve got planned
carry a cup in your hand

look around
leaves are brown
and the sky
is a hazy shade of winter

hang on to your hopes my friend
that´s an easy thing to say
but if your hopes should pass away
simply pretend
that you can build them again

look around
grass is high
fields are ripe
it´s the springtime of my life

seasons change with the scenery
weaving time in a tapestry
won´t you stop and remember me

look around
leaves are brown
and the sky
it´s a hazy shade of winter

look around
leaves are brown
there´s a patch of snow on the ground