Birds Are Late

Watching a hang glider in the night sky
Waiting for seasons to change
Watching a hang glider in the night sky

The clouds are much closer to this harbor
Waiting for seasons to change
La, la, la, la

Give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

Give me a reason to call this a start
There’s no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

I wish we could stay this way forever
I wish we could hide from the change
At the same time I'm glad we'll soon be wandering

Each one of us must learn how to climb down
A hill when there’s ice under snow
La, la, la, la

Give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

Give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

Oh, give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone
Yes, the spring is gone

Give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

Give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone

Oh, give me a reason to call this a start
There's no clean white sheet
The birds are late
And our spring is gone
Yes, the spring is gone