byrds, the
just a season
if all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason if all i was was passing time my life was just a season tears and dreams and silly schemes and phillies running freely i was young and no song was song that didn't sound appealing i'd have my fun with a shy girl then maybe hop a train and i looked like i'd been standing in the rain dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're givin' i'd have my fun with a gambling man and bluff him with my face and it's drinks for everybody in the place if all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason if all i was was passing time my life was just a season shouting crowds and mummy shrouds and people goin' crazy all we said was what was in their hands it surely was amazing i had my fun in the bullring i never got a scar it really wasn't hard to be a star if all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason if all i was was passing time my life was just a season