Maybe it wasn’t our time.    Maybe it wasn’t our life.   Here comes spring,   I hear where you’re going,   they know how to protect a house from fire.   All I know is:    how to protect my lover from a liar.      Honor me.      The young man   who followed me here,   he was looking for my favor,   here comes Spring.   My mouth will never be clean,   and to you I will always be mean.   I think I’ll give you   what I got from him,   I don’t need this abuse in my life.   Love breaks.   You count your mistakes,   and if God love you,   then you count him, too.      Honor me.      You’ve seen   me walk in the green,   up high where the birds live.   Love breaks.   How long does it take?   And I toss and I turn and I shake, and   we don’t talk.   We don’t touch.   And if I could get just one kind word...   “relax.”   We lie on our backs   and wait.      Here comes Spring...