A sign of the Time

I looked to see if you were coming.
I must have missed the sign

I haven’t felt healthy since last winter
haven’t looked anyone straight in the eye
Something about this time makes me think
it’s for good
the good
my good

If you didn’t know me you wonder where I
came from and you would look for the
exit
entrance
depending on the day and the speed.

Every time I go through here
I think it’s the beginning of the end
or the end of the beginning.

This to shall pass she told me.
I couldn’t tell her honestly that
It already had.