Dark Horse

the year is as spring as you are regardless the fall hasn’t passed love, loss, encore the year is spring and buds threaten bloom hesitant, having to a waiting to that oncoming that a felt cool, autumn wind tiny’s leaves tight to say, “No, not yet” the world sits wanting breathless happy to bait your summer rivaled, hired limo not enough money can take you home when you’re whole lot a walkin’ is a walkin’ the earth only a few of us out here no that kind of tread the year is spring as you are baby and you’re usually right ‘bout that