I used to listen to Spring peepers in the night Announcing the season changing As the days grew bright They used to keep me up Their frantic chorus drone ּBut now that I've grown up It just sounds like home I live on a city street Where cars outnumber creatures Still you can mark the time By spring's distinctive features Birdsongs in the morning Sunset's golden fingers Reflecting off a high-rise Warmth begins to linger I'm longing for signs of life Though you owe me no reason Just prove that my wasteland days Are not a wasted season Are buds showing on the branches of my life? Can you hear the peepers sing? How will I know when my time has come? How will I know if it's my time yet?