The mother started crying when the autumn came
Two of her sons had gone away, but the third remained
The youngest one, he took for granted all she gave
And the windows shook with all her grief and all his rage

He blamed the bottle, she blamed the drugs
The flowers had wilted, the sunlight gone
He blamed his mother, well she blamed her son
Nobody realized what had become of them

The father couldn’t take a side, he stood and watched
For he could see that every side would share the cost
And he warned the boy of lessons learned in battles fought
That before the war even began, the war was lost

One blamed the fact that the other should
Should’ve worked out the problem but neither could
He blamed his mother, she blamed her son
Nobody realized what had become of them

And as the leaves fell, they looked on
and thought of seasons come and gone.
But when winter came along,
the leaves lay forgotten on the lawn.
While in this house of decadence
the selfish people sought revenge.
And the barren trees wished they could say
“It’s the same thing every year, love turns to hate.”

We all know spring is coming,
but it always comes too late.

That’s how the cause became the cure, the help the hurt
That’s how the child became another lonely adult
That’s how the one who gave the blessing cast the curse
Yeah, that’s how the problem was resolved for better or worse.