Thankful

It's the first breath of springtime* And a warm wind picks up the fallen blossom And sails in circles down the street. A lady cycles past with her hair in braids As they're pulling down the awning to the train station cafe I'm alive and I'm thankful For this time Six o' clock, summer afternoon Next door's kids are playing in the yard I'm doing the dishes at the window and the radio's playing 'Superstar' And the sun falls down on the garden next door But two young boys are fighting, till a woman appears at the door And the fires and the fog and the falling leaves Under October skies You walked me home in the cold after closing time As the leaves rushed by How I want to be loved How I need to be loved Now that I've found you, I'd do anything for you In the Forest of Angels that's where we laid you down And I can hear whispers When the first frost falls on the ground You're alive, just be thankful For this time.