Minutes

Minutes seem like hours

And hours, they seem like days

When the ones you want are missing

And they’ve gone their separate ways

Walking in a sunny garden, empty like the moon

And birds that once could fly so high

Now sing 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

Pictures 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’ve learned

So light a broad-wick candle

In the window, make it bright

You need to find your way home

In the dark and deepest nights

And if you're lost and homeless

In some lonely city zone

Just follow back that winding road

That leads you back on home

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I’ve learned

Minutes seem like hours

And the hours, they seem like days

When the ones you want are missing

And they’ve gone their separate ways

Walking in a sunny garden, empty like the moon

And birds that once could fly so high

Now sing a different tune

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I’ve learned

One fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I’ve learned

Oh, one fine day

When the wild birds return

We'll look back and say

What a lesson in life I’ve learned