Minutes

Minutes

Seem like hours and hours they seem like days

When the ones you want are missing

And theyve gone their separate ways

Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon

And birds that once could fly so high

Now sings a different tune

Walking in the park

The leaves are turning

Now it's fall

The time has come for leaving in their eyes

That says it all

Picutres on the mantle

Tell the tales of better times

Moments from a long long time ago

When things were fine

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I learned

So light a broad wick candle

In the window make it bright

You need to find your way home in the dark deepest night

And if you're lost and homeless

On a lonely city night

Just follow back that winding road

That leads you to the light

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I learned

Minutes

Seem like hours and hours they seem like days

When the ones you want are missing

And theyve gone their separate ways

Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon

And birds that once could fly so high

Now sings a different tune

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I learned

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I learned

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I learned