| Oh the birds are ringing in | 
| The opening act of spring | 
| And I have fallen down and I’m so much worse than I have ever been | 
| Oh the season’s acting strange | 
| And I know that something has to change | 
| But there is no path I can choose that will not bring somebody pain | 
| Oh, please forgive me for the things that I must do | 
| Oh, though I have hurt so many people it was never my intention to hurt you | 
| Oh the clouds have gathered thick | 
| And in my stomach I feel sick | 
| And I have all this drive and no idea what I should do with it | 
| But they say there is a calm | 
| After the passing of the storm | 
| So I can dream of going back outside when the rain and thunder’s done | 
| But oh, please forgive me for the things that I must do | 
| But oh, though I have hurt so many people it was never my intention to hurt you | 
| I know the old folks say | 
| They can tell which way the river’s flowing | 
| Tell which way the wind is blowing | 
| Watching careful for the | 
| Signs among the little things | 
| The barking dogs, the birds on wing | 
| I am deaf and blind | 
| And I can’t say if I can change | 
| Patterns that have caused you pain | 
| Well, I was raised in suburbs | 
| Sheltered from the sun and rain | 
| Far away from subtle season’s change | 
| Oh baby I will read | 
| About the buzzing of the bees | 
| About the grass and snakes and spawning lakes and the different types of trees | 
| And I will find a way | 
| That leads from cruel April into May | 
| And someday soon it will be June and you’ll decide to stay | 
| And oh, please forgive me for the things that I have done | 
| On, I will carry your umbrella in the summer | 
| And I’ll shade you from the sun |