Logical Season

Meet me during Winter And I’ll be ready to please you in Spring Following your destination Having nothing left to win Leave me in the Summer Or you won’t be able to be denied Loose you in mystification Telling me

Amsterdam Drum

I thought I saw the light today Without pain, without pay And the dream passed me by As the leaves blew along The talking men I fought the war and decieved them all Last night, just after fall and the