No More

In April Pennsylvania waits

for the small months to return

In a while or pretty soon

Or pretty soon or in a while

Either way the time's delayed

Haven't seen them in a while

They went missing with the light

When the white oak has no answer

it turns its back on you

The maple calls you, shows you something new

no more chances

They won't fall for you

no more chances

Idle ski lifts have it right

Simple patience and resign

So it seems it's been a while

It's been a while or so it seems

Either way, the times between

The white oak can't stand you, love to leave you out

The maple shows you how it loves to get around

No more chances

It's all coming true

No more chances

They won't fall for you

No more chances

They won't fall for you

No more chances