I can be afraid enough to stay up from black to white out,
Eyes wide, talking the night through its demise down.
Isn’t that life, scared and horizon bound?
Pride lost in mountain lines, maybe found.
I think I’m saying something right,
But what if everybody’s finding holes in me?
What if I am just a starry night?
’Cause I got a lot of friends making wishes in me,
I carry their beliefs right in my belly,
If I lost their love, it would be so telling.
Life don’t come easy in all shapes and seasons,
But I hope it has its reasons.
Spring came by to save the city from its blues,
Girls in skirts, brooklyn in a more romantic mood.
Even if the flowers never came, I’d still choose you,
When I’m out west, I still choose you.
All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea,
The days we meet are so far between.
We’re all off, eatin’ foreign bread, being free.
Saving our years to share what we’ve seen.
Life don’t come easy in all shapes and seasons,
But I hope it has its reasons.