It Is That Kind of Season
it is time for a chance
so chance it with me
it is time for freedom
it is that kind of season
so chance a dance,
with luck itself
the reflection in the mirror is you
and nobody else
and although the reflection
may be heavy and grey
laden with bags you do not need
you always have something to say
there are troubles on the inside
and that is where they bleed
it is time to check for a free space
and a place in town
may put a smile back on your face
it is that kind of place
no need for specific reasons
it is that kind of a season
chance your luck on a switch
one which turns night into day
it is that kind of way
whilst everyone else feels like leaving
chance it on the words to say
it is that kind of season
James Garratt - Saturday 17th April 1999
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