Time, time, time 
See what's [bad word] of me 
While I looked around 
For my possibilities 
I was so hard to please 
But look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter 

Hear the Salvation Army band 
Down by the riverside 
It's bound to be a better ride 
Than what you've got planned 
Carry your cup in your hand 
And look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter 

Hang onto your hopes, my friend 
That's an easy thing to say 
But if your hopes should pass away 
Simply pretend 
That you can build them again 
Look around 
The grass is high 
The fields are ripe 
It's the springtime of my life 

Seasons change with the scenery 
Weaving time in a tapestry 
Won't you stop and remember me 
At any convenient time? 
Funny how my memory skips 
While looking over manuscripts 
Of unpublished rhyme 
Drinking my vodka and lime 
I look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter 

Look around 
Leaves are brown 
There's a patch of snow on the ground