It's the Season I won't hold another 'Til autumn breaks my fall And darling where'd the city go Did winter take it all? Can you hold me and pretend That it's not the season To spend alone? Don't get too cocky You're not in the clear Pretty soon you'll push some poppies And by this time next year You might have someone to hold you, but still It's the season To spend alone Temporary highs and temporary lows Will you be here when i go The temporary load that I hold on my back I can't take this back Twenty years I might have with my folks Twice a year, forty phone calls left Twenty five years that I've pictured my death Sixty more with dirty visions in my head I will want someone to hold me but still Just want someone to hold me until It's just the season I guess Jesus gets cold as well It's just the season To spend alone