Spring or Fall

“Spring or Fall” ©2014, Sharon Glassman (BMI)

I could fall for you like a sack of potatoes,
Like a big sack of potatoes in the fall.
But if I fall for you like a sack of potatoes,
Who will plant potatoes in the mall?

I can’t fall for you, baby. I can’t fall for you at all.
I can’t fall for you, baby. I can’t fall for you at all.
I’ll take a step and then some others,
Think a thought, have my druthers.
But I won’t fall.

Oh, the weeping willow’s weeping
And Rip Van Winkle’s sleeping
They both know what they were born to do.
But when it comes to me,
Oh, say now, can you see?
I wanna take the slow train home with you.

I will not fall.

You can ask any soap bubble,
What’s the use of all the trouble
To fly high like a rainbow if you pop?
There’s a million useful uses
For a heart that’s free of bruises.
We could hop, hop, hop, hop, hop –
But let’s not fall.

Spring, not fall.

Oh, the scarecrow’s hair grows yellow.
He’s such a sunny fellow.
Standing in his chosen homegrown field.
But as the evenings shorten,
He’s feeling less important.
Will he yield? Or will he fall?

Spring, or fall?