TWO SEASONS by Tom Jensen
I see black clouds rolling in…
Don’t know where they’re going
Don’t know where they’ve been
I know some have been hanging over my head
Some have been hiding heaven
And still others mourning the dead
Some men chase shooting stars
Some men howl at the face of the moon
While other men try to change the weather
Attempting to turn every month into June
But those men aren’t like me
For you see things like that will never do
I only want what I can see
And what I’m looking at is you
And now I see the clouds are blowing away
But I don’t know what it means
So I don’t know what to say
I’ve seen them before
I know I’ll see the again
I’ve felt the warmth of sunshine
As well as been touched by a cold, cold rain
It seems my life has just two seasons
No more, no less, that’s all
It seems my life has just two seasons
No summer, no winter - only spring and fall