Minutes seem like hours 
And hours they seem like days
When the ones you want are missing
And they've gone their separate ways
Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
And birds that once could fly so high
Now sings a different tune

Walking in the park
The leaves are turning now it's fall
The time [bad word] for leaving 
in their eyes that says it all
Pictures on the mantle
Tell the tales of better times
Moments from a long long time ago
When things were fine

One fine day
When the wild birds return
We'll look back and say
What a lesson in life I learned

So light a broad wick candle
In the window make it bright
You need to find your way home 
in the dark deepest night
And if you're lost and homeless
On a lonely city night
Just follow back that winding road
That leads you to the light

One fine day
When the wild birds return
We'll look back and say
What a lesson in life I learned

Minutes seem like hours 
And hours they seem like days
When the ones you want are missing
And they've gone their separate ways
Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
And birds that once could fly so high
Now sings a different tune

One fine day
When the wild birds return
We'll look back and say
What a lesson in life I learned

One fine day
When the wild birds return
We'll look back and say
What a lesson in life I learned

One fine day
When the wild birds return
We'll look back and say
What a lesson in life I learned