It's The Season

I won't hold another
Til autumn breaks my fall
And darling, where'd the city go
Did winter take it all?

Can you hold me and pretend
That it's not the season
To spend alone?

Don't get too cocky
You're not in the clear
Pretty soon you'll push some poppies
And by this time next year

You might have someone to hold you, but still
It's the season
To spend alone

Temporary highs and temporary lows
Will you be here when I go
The temporary load that I hold on my back
I can't take this back
Twenty years I might have with my folks
Twice a year, forty phone calls left

Twenty five years that I've pictured my death
Sixty more with dirty visions in my head

I will want someone to hold me but still
Just want someone to hold me until
It's just the season
I guess Jesus gets cold as well
It's just the season
To spend alone