(summer...)

jack and
jill met
to make love
and make rent

and gave birth
to rosie
with freckles
and posies

when jack left
jill learned
that posies
weren't for her

left rosie
with ashes
and long black
eye lashes

no cat and
no fiddle
for rosie
so little

the crisscross
applesauce
is no fun
when you're lost

within
the system
and without
permission

to wish on
the bright sky
first star she sees
tonight...

maybe this won't hurt
so badly--baby i...
and maybe this won't hurt
you much more than it will hurt me
but babe it's in the hurt
where we find ourselves eventually
and maybe someday learn
that all seasons come to an end


(fall...)

the one two
and worn shoes
that don't quite
fit you

the three floors
and locked doors
did you think
there was more?

the five six
and don't miss
'cause these sticks
do fun tricks...

in nine ten
now breathe in
and welcome
to heaven

she's fifteen
or sixteen
and passed out
not eating

eighteen
ask seventeen
"why's this shit
not working?"

nineteen
and pretty
but her heart--
still empty

twenty
has gone by
and deaf ears
still hear her cry...

this is going to hurt
so badly that maybe i...
and this is going to hurt
you much more than it will hurt me
babe it's in the hurt
where we find ourselves eventually
and maybe someday learn
that seasons all come to an end


(winter...)

not bad
and on track
bet you won't
slip back

to those days
and that phase
in most ways
you're ok

and i know
that you don't
and you won't
let go

so i swear
to be there
that i'm going
nowhere

now are you
september
or rain in
november?

'cause last time
when i tried
you promised
that you'd fight

for me
and for you
and maybe...
for us too

but you're still
not listening
and your heart
keeps whispering...

this is going to hurt
so badly that maybe i...
and this is going to hurt
me much more than it will hurt you
but babe it's in the hurt
where we find ourselves eventually
and maybe someday learn
that all seasons come to an end


(spring...)

this is going to hurt
so badly that baby i...
this is going to hurt
so much more than when it did before
but babe it's in the love
where we find ourselves eventually
and maybe someday learn...

that all seasons fade but begin again