Four Ways of Framing Spring

[Verse 1]
I have stared at this drop of rain too long
So long it has disappeared
If I had touched this drop would it be here or gone?
I am a prisoner of my fears
The storm has passed me by again
This has all the makings of a drought
And yet the desert has the most beautiful of all the sunsets
And anything is a work of art if you take the time to frame it

[Verse 2]
And the women's skirts have a certain rustle in the spring
Reminiscent of the leaves of fall
And the park is lonely when it's crowded in spring
I feel suspended from it all
And I risked a fine for you today
Picking park flowers for your hair
And still you ask me to define our relationship
Well, anything is a work of art if you take the time to frame it

[Verse 3]
And he stared long at the tenement stairs
Carefully lining up his shot
Adjusting the lens to take in the chair
The naked lightbulb and the knot
And this one could win a prize or two
Or hang on some banker's wall
Another wasted life with no one to claim it
And anything is a work of art if you take the time to frame it

[Verse 4]
And I haunt the cafés where life's critics confide
Idle conversation through idle lips
Imagining novels from their wasted lives
Marking time outside of it
And I am beginning to see why there are
More suicides in spring
For spring is such a crowning blow that nothing can follow it
And anything is a work of art if you take the time to frame it