I'm all alone in a quiet place,
Sunshine streaming down on my face.
It isn't dark but it's light outside,
It's added a hop and a skip to my stride.
'Cause it's warm outside and the birds are singing to me.
It's a happy, lovely, joyous melody.
It smells like springtime, flowers, and rain, and grass,
But soon people start to hurry past.
Why did the moment have to ever end,
Why did the river have to finally bend?
Why does everything right have to go wrong,
Like the lyrics of a depressing song?