Seasons

Can it be winter already?
The prettiest blues that I’ve ever seen
'Cause it’s 3 AM in August
And what did summer ever do for me?
Fall never asks if I’m ready
Leaving me red as I’ll ever be
'Cause I’m in my head in October
Demands to be felt like the breeze
And ooh, what if I’d have told you?
And ooh, what if you’d have stayed?
Would we find another way?
Would we make it all OK?
Would you learn how to stay?
And not just for the sason…