winter springs forward
summer falls back
cold as forever
hot desert sand
take it in season
till there's nothing left
who needs a reason
taking what little is left

passing out numbers
to those waiting in line
is it any wonder
they chose #9, #9, #9
you can surely bet
some will lose their heads
all the more reason
taking what little is left

as the leaves brown
then fall to the ground
ever so gently
without a sound
much like a life
pays its last respects
in its goodbyes
taking what little is left