Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to please
The lyrics came into my head abruptly yesterday afternoon on Route 120, heading back from Camp Tawonga. I haven't thought about that song for years. I let it run through my head over and over. It was exciting. The words actually meant something to me. I spoke them out loud to Lom and Steve, who smiled, remembering the Bangles version from Less Than Zero.
Between the three of us we couldn't really remember the entire Salvation Army Band verse, but we had the rest of it cold. You should read it again.
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.
Carry your cup in your hand.
And 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,
The grass is high,
The 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
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.
Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.