Spring

I cannot write how I feel
All I see are plain white fields
Frozen lands that cannot speak

They watch us all as we crawl
Down
Our way 'till spring comes
'Till springs comes
'Till springs comes, yeah
'Till springs comes

Messing a while now, messing around
I'm guessing it's about time
I tell you how far I am, like
I'm far from this, far from home
Even though home seems to move
From place to place

High as a kite I may fly
But it's only because the wind ain't shy
Shy to show it still has faith
In the better days to come

Will they come and go?
Will they come and go?
Will they come and go?

My way or rather your way?
Is it a right or is it a left?
Oh, I'd like to be more often left aside
Living life as in exile
Oh, Get the fuck out of my way
Now get the fuck out of my way