Sirens in a Small Town
Sirens in a small town only can mean one thing -
Some old man is finding his end.
This winter’s getting so long
Ice to water, snow white to brown
And age is a virtue that will let you down
Time can do you wrong
You think you got so long
But each moment that passes doesn’t look back
Life is like a string quartet
Listen while the beauty lasts
Cuz when its over, there’s no encore
“Have a bite of this fruit,” she says
“Apples are good for you,” she said
“My ugly insides are showing”
“That’s the price of, dear, the price of knowing”
Time can do you wrong
You think you got so long
But each moment that passes doesn’t come back
During winter in Greenville I always notice a marked increase in
the number of sirens I hear in the daytime and during classes. Just
one more depressing thing about winter. I really hope this song makes
you lie down for a few hours in a pathetic stupor. I hate winter.
I hate it with a burning passion. I hate it with every fiber or my
being, every thread of my existence, every thought I think, and every
word I write. I really hate winter.