These mornings, spring mornings
Flowers blooming, melting snow
Children’s voices saying something
Singings songs I do not know

That’s slick, slick like every song
Life is longer, but today is long

These days, these hollow days
Seem so sprightly when they start
Their wishes rightly wanting something
Simple notes and broken hearts

That’s slick, slick like every song
Life is longer, but today is long

These mornings, spring mornings
Flowers blooming, melting snow
Children’s voices saying something
Knowing things I cannot know

‘Cause that’s slick, slick like every song
Life is longer, but today is long

These mornings, slick mornings
These mornings, slick mornings
These mornings . . .