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