Four Seasons In One Day

It's been such a gloomy week in so many ways that Mike Carlton even decided to forgo his traditional Friday News Review this morning. Yesterday, I was listening to ABC 702 and - if you will indulge me the elegaic moment - I heard a song that so perfectly reflected this week in so many ways that I thought I'd put the lyrics down so you could sadly hum it in your head.

Four seasons in one day
Lying in the depths of your imagination
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain

Even when you’re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day

Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again, again

You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
All the things you can’t explain
Four seasons in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day

It doesn’t pay to make predictions
Sleeping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day

Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day