Seasons - Scott Orr

All the stars

Are all out of line

Fall into a flame

And start all over again

I feel so lonely

I feel so sad

Don’t wait to call me

It’s just a bad kind of season

There is no rhyme and or reason

It’s just a bad kind of season

Bad, bad, bad

Bad kind of season

Bad, bad, bad

Bad kind of season

There is no rhyme and or reason

It’s just a bad kind of season

Bad, bad, bad

Bad kind of season

Bad, bad, bad

Bad kind of season

Bad, bad, bad, (It'll be a bad)

Bad kind of season.

(Kind of season)

Bad, bad, bad, (It'll be a bad) (There is no rhyme)

Bad kind of season.

(Kind of season) (And no reason)