I spy with my little eye, the sun shining brightly   The clouds rolling by the last days of winter   Now seem so far away and everything looks green   When it used to be gray and I've watched the change      Like the changing in my mind and I chased the leaves   Like the words I never find, like the people I knew   Who I sometimes see today some still bright like fire   And some faded away      I turn on the radio and someone's playing a song   I turn on the news, hear what's going on   I turn on my back when I'm full of beer   And I turn off the news when I don't want to hear      And I've seen a girl who looks so very sad   Nothing left but a memory of all the times she's had   And I've seen a man who looks so sad inside   Nothing left but the memories from which he cannot hide      So I learned to fight with a weapon called the word   And I learned to rise my voice so that I'd be heard   And I learned to fight with a weapon called the word   And I learned to raise my voice but I've never been heard