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