Still October
And green light flickers on the minds of many waiting to arise
Still November
And yellow lights arise out of the ashes of a mystery
Still December
And once again a fading hour leads them to believe in me
Now, when we look back at our history
Our acts/omissions a mystery
A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time
It’s with us winter and autumn time
And some of us in the summertime
In the seasons of age
In the seasons of age
And we wither and it winters again
And it’s always the same
And it’s always the same
Trenches deeper and another one appears
On the faces of those that are near
Now, when we look back at our history
Our acts/omissions a mystery
A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time
It’s with us winter and autumn time