Sowing Season
Losing all my friends.
Losing some to drinking and some to driving.
I was losing all my friends. I didn't want them back.
I am on the mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget the things I still lack.
Yeah. Yeah.
Is it in you now,
To bare to hear the words that you have spoken
To make a trap for fools.
And is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to, broken.
And then stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.
Yeah. Yeah.
But how? (Oh.)
Yeah.
Nothing gets so bad,
A whisper from your father couldn't fix it.
He whispers like a bridge. It's a river, spanned.
Take all that you have
And turn it into something you would miss
If it only took a brick to shatter all your plans.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. (Oh.)
Yeah.
There's no time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
So before you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time and warm it with your hands.
Winter's coming to an end, yeah.
It's coming to an end. (It's coming to an end.)
Do you miss the blend
Of color that she left in your black and white field,
Or do you feel condemned just for being there?
I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how it feels.
I am not your friend,
Not your lover
And I'm not your family.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. (Oh.)
Yeah.
There's no time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.