Early Spring Till

I was out there missing steps, when you swung around to me

Best to land, not to crash, pulling out too late

Call on everyone you ever knew, and plead

Well I've been the bum who's underfed

I've been the one who should've said

Maybe I'm wrong and I've always been that way

Are you tied to your field, wrung out

Have you fallen from where glory sprouts

Are you cut off in fields and pressed down

Like an early spring till that don't come around

I think I've been there

I think \'m waiting too long

You tried this (panting and poured?

You set a course to cross me out

Are you tired and broken, once so stout

Are you full of the feeling, don't doubt it when it's gone

I could cut off (this reel?) and leave now

I could fill up with air and scream so loud

I think \'m going to