Gray Robins

When the tail end of winter
Leaves all your gray robins
Jumping around on dry grass

Looking for a worm in the dirt
Of that first bud of spring
A spring that won't last

I look at you
Though the kitchen window
I look at you
Making coffee
I look at you
Eyes all red but ready
I look at you
For what the next minute will bring

I know, I know, I know, I know
The spring, it won't last

When the pale face of summer
A summer spent so gay
That's advice
Running from cloud to flies
Turns down at the edges
Away from the smile
You waited for
To spend the fall indoors

I know, I know, I know, I know
The summer, it won't last

I feel a cool hand on my neck
Waking up
Now is that really you?
Is that really you?
It's like a magnet in my step when I walk
My feet know what to do
Oh I know what to do

I look at you
Though the kitchen window
I look at you
Making faces at me
I look at you
Eyes are clear and shining now
I look at you
For what the next minute will bring