Backwards Spring
Backwards Spring
Nod by the fire
are they little pains or a wolf crier
on a path to a bird that sings?
Dead flowers don't bloom,
a voice is gone from the other room.
God, what a backwards spring.
I've been sleeping in my car
to feel like it did those days
Is that just the way we are
or did we let the good get away,
or did we let the good get away?
Poison's out to pasture green
tried to learn what it means,
it's never too late to mend.
She was blooming in a field
he dropped his shelter and his shield,
she came right in.
I've been sleeping in my car
to feel like it did those days
Is that just the way we are
or did we let the good get away,
or did we let the good get away?
Darkness courts the doubt,
Hades always calls him out
when Apollo cuts through the window shade.
Such a momentary thing,
when I crawl under your wing,
please, does this, too, have to fade?
I've been sleeping in my car
to feel like it did those days
Is that just the way we are
or did we let the good get away,
or did we let the good get away?
Did we let the good get away?
Writer/s: John Calvin Abney
