seasons colors

long were there days in the spring when we were younger

oh the years have gone like the breeze in the summers

seasons come and they go

like the dust on that old dirt road

i try and fight

take it slow

but the ground keeps moving on its own

so paint the colors of fall

on my heart

so ill remember

to carry through the pain

and the cold of the winter

oh

when the colors my skin broke my bones and left me bleeding

through the darkest storm he was there now i'm still breathing

ah

seasons come and they go

like the dust on that old dirt road

try and fight

take it slow

but the ground keeps moving on its own

yeah the ground keeps moving on its own

yeah the ground keeps moving on its own