When the tail end of winter Leaves all your gray robins Jumping around on dry grass Looking for a worm in the dirt Of that first bud of spring A spring that won't last I look at you Though the kitchen window I look at you Making coffee I look at you Eyes all red but ready I look at you For what the next minute will bring I know, I know, I know, I know The spring, it won't last When the pale face of summer A summer spent so gay That's advice Running from cloud to flies Turns down at the edges Away from the smile You waited for To spend the fall indoors I know, I know, I know, I know The summer, it won't last I feel a cool hand on my neck Waking up Now is that really you? Is that really you? It's like a magnet in my step when I walk My feet know what to do Oh I know what to do I look at you Though the kitchen window I look at you Making faces at me I look at you Eyes are clear and shining now I look at you For what the next minute will bring