I spy with my little eye 

The sun shining brightly 

The clouds rolling by 

The last days of winter 

Now seem so far away 

And everything looks green 

When it used to be grey 

And I've watched the change 

Like the changing in my mind 

And I chased the leaves 

Like the words I never find 

Like the people I knew 

Who I sometimes see today 

Some still bright like fire 

And some faded away 



I turn on the radio 

And someone's playing a song 

I turn on the news 

Hear what's going on 

I turn on my back 

When I'm full of beer 

And I turn off the news 

When I don't want to hear 



And I've seen a girl who looks so very sad 

Nothing left but a memory of all the times she's had 

And I've seen a man who looks so sad inside 

Nothing left but the memories from which he cannot hide 



So I learned to fight 

With a Weapon Called The Word 

And I learned to rise my voice 

So that I'd be heard 

And I learned to fight 

With a weapon called the word 

And I learned to raise my voice 

But I've never been heard