From
Untitled / Unissued (1970) by
The Byrds
Just a Season (Levy/McGuinn) - 3:57
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was was passing time my life was just a season
Tears and dreams and silly schemes and phillies running freely
I was young and no song was song that didnґt sound appealing
Iґd have my fun with a shy girl, then maybe hop a train
and I looked like Iґd been standing in the rain
Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river
Making deals to see how it feels to get more than youґre givinґ
Iґd have my fun with a gambling man and bluff him with my face
and itґs drinks for everybody in the place
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was was passing time my life was just a season
Shouting crowds and mummy shrouds and people goinґ crazy
All we said was what was in their hands it surely was amazing
I had my fun in the bullring, I never got a scar
It really wasnґt hard to be a star
If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason
If all I was was passing time my life was just a season