It’s an early winter come this year:
freezing snowflakes, frozen tears.
The leaves are changing, so am I.
No reason left to even try;
I’m gonna fly away.
I talk so much, nothing left to say.
Thought you would take me this way.
“She is nice” is what you thought,
but that is something I am not.
It’s time to fly away.
Now I cry when things go wrong,
hum some old Joni Mitchell song.
I’m not as strong as I used to be.
Saint Christoper is allegory.
Because here’s my river I must cross,
and he don’t help me; I am lost.
And I don’t have the wings to fly.
You were so very strong and wise.
You were everything in my eyes.
You were the one I knew I loved,
I never seemed to have enough.
Bet I could fly away.
Now all the good has faded fast.
It goes to show that things don’t last.
I lie so much and so do you.
You don’t know what you put me through.
Just gotta fly away.
I don’t have any wings and I can’t fly.
I cannot look you in the eye.
There’ nothing else, there’s nothing more.
I’m inching closer to the door.
It’s time to walk away.