It was in the springtime
I had a talk with a friend of mine
Of words he did not want to hear
Things he probably would not adhere to
But needed to be heard by my own ear

It was in the springtime
I spilled my heart and spilled my fear
It may not have ever been said
I may not have listened if it had
But I spoke it from my chest and my head

It was in the springtime
I heard the words I would never leave
They mean so little to the passers by
Whose ears would perk with comprehension
I cannot explain exactly why

It was in the springtime
I walked with him into town
The trains nearly drown out our sound
I did not care if they did
In the dead of night I heard the birds sing 'round