Thankful

It's the first breath of springtime*
 And a warm wind picks up the fallen blossom
 And sails in circles down the street.
 A lady cycles past with her hair in braids
 As they're pulling down the awning to the train station cafe
 I'm alive and I'm thankful
 For this time
 Six o' clock, summer afternoon
 Next door's kids are playing in the yard
 I'm doing the dishes at the window and the radio's playing 'Superstar'
 And the sun falls down on the garden next door
 But two young boys are fighting, till a woman appears at the door
 And the fires and the fog and the falling leaves
 Under October skies
 You walked me home in the cold after closing time
 As the leaves rushed by
 How I want to be loved
 How I need to be loved
 Now that I've found you, I'd do anything for you
 In the Forest of Angels that's where we laid you down
 And I can hear whispers
 When the first frost falls on the ground
 You're alive, just be thankful
 For this time.