ice locks the windows to the outside world; patience knows they will open
the frozen window tells the truth, yet some of us will lick the lamppost
anyone watching which way the wind is blowing expects some setbacks
a change in the wind cannot bring about real change unless it’s sustained
as the wind changes direction, we can almost see the ice melting
we know what it was so assume that’s what it is and always will be
night fades into day and we miss the transition when we’re not looking
after a few days the lemons that life gives you can be thrown away
look at a mountain difficult to climb, then see it’s only a tree
with only two seats taken, the table has room for so many more
uptown jack 