(P. Simon) 
Bangles 
 
Time, time, time 
See what's become of me 
 
Time, time, time 
See what's become of me 
While I looked around 
For my possibilities 
I was so hard to please 
 
Look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky 
Is a hazy shade of winter 
 
Hear the salvation army band 
Down by the riverside 
It's bound to be a better ride 
Than what you've got planned 
Carry a cup in your hand 
 
Look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky 
Is a hazy shade of winter 
 
Hang on to your hopes my friend 
That's an easy thing to say 
But if your hopes should pass away 
Simply pretend 
That you can build them again 
 
Look around 
Grass is high 
Fields are ripe 
It's the springtime of my life 
 
Seasons change with the scenery 
Weaving time in a tapestry 
Won't you stop and remember me 
 
Look around 
Leaves are brown 
And the sky 
It's a hazy shade of winter 
 
Look around  
Leaves are brown 
There's a patch of snow on the ground