seasons.

the summer days

are gone too soon

you shoot the moon

and miss completely

and now you're left to face the gloom

the empty room that once smelled sweetly

of all the flowers you plucked if only

you knew the reason

of why you had to each be lonely

was it just the season?

now the fall is here again

you can't begin to give in

it's all over

when the snows come rolling through

you're rolling too with some new lover

will you think of times you've told me

that you knew the reason

why we had to each be lonely

it was just the season.

-Norah Jones.