Happy but for a while
The good times were out of style
And April came and went
Colder than it's ever been
You'd lay in the morning time
And gaze at the ceiling, tired and low
And lately you can hear the rain
Blowin' 'gainst your window pane
Soundin' like a marchin' drum
Rolled in for a firin' gun
It once used to bring you down
But now doesn't turn you 'round
You go, you go
And you won't remember when
You'd hide, and the howlin' wind would blow
Would blow
