A lyrical monologue about trust, friendship, and mortality, using seasons and nature as metaphors. The speaker thanks a mentor figure, grapples with death's inevitability, and weaves together joy and loss through repeated images of goodbye, sky, and birds singing.
I thought you were my trusted friend. Without us, you'd be where I would be. Gave me flaps, heels, and dreams. A B C's scare the hearties, the nerdies Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die Well, the birds are singing in the sky All that you bring is in the air Dreaded roads are everywhere Think of me and I'll be there This season's out of time Goodbye Papa, please pray for me I want the black sheep of your family You'd rather raise me right from wrong Too much money, too much soul Wonder how I got along Goodbye Papa, it's hard In the sky, mountain rain is in the air Little children everywhere, little freedom everywhere We had joy, we had fun, we had sins We had joy, we had fun, we had skaters in the sun But no one knew the song of the seasons of the time You gave me love and helped me find the sun And every time that I was down You would always come around and feed back all around But we showed it's hard to die We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons never stop But no one ever saw, like the seasons have a time Thank you for watching
