We used to make the coal pits shine We turned a spark into firelight Look to the stars in the middle of the night For anything that's gonna save our lives but Our luck is like the passing time it's Too short and of the very worst kind I'm a fast man for my size I'm pretty fast but I'm running behind so After winter When you find no spring We'll be leaving On a whim He's been a good friend to me He said to move it down to Seventh Street Set up shop out of the Mercury Find the Living Room and play for free well I Would not call it a tragedy but This place ain't what it used to be It saved nothing at all for me Blew it all away in Ninety-three so After winter When you find no spring I'll be out here on a limb I'm tired of sinkin' man It's time to swim We'll be leavin' on a whim We'll be leavin' on a whim I sang a song for some mighty god I left his stage to no applause and I I think its time for me to move along I don't know how but I got it all I got it all wrong So after winter When you find no spring I'll be out here on a limb Tired of sinkin' babe it's time to swim We'll be leavin' on a whim We'll be leavin' on a whim We'll be leavin' on a whim We'll be leavin' We'll be leavin' We'll be leavin' We'll be leavin' We'll be leavin' on a whim We'll be leavin' on a whim