Still October And green light flickers on the minds of many waiting to arise
Still November And yellow lights arise out of the ashes of a mystery
Still December And once again a fading hour leads them to believe in me
Now, when we look back at our history Our acts/omissions a mystery A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time It’s with us winter and autumn time And some of us in the summertime In the seasons of age In the seasons of age
And we wither and it winters again And it’s always the same And it’s always the same Trenches deeper and another one appears On the faces of those that are near
Now, when we look back at our history Our acts/omissions a mystery A little peace of mind that’s with us all the time It’s with us winter and autumn time
