WALKING TIME (Sandra Mello) I spent the spring and summer Trying to recover some hope With regards to you, regarding me There’s not a lot of love it seems to spare What season is this? I let the lunatic drive Pull over, I’m standing up It’s walking time I called a friend and asked for her help She said it’s better to tell on yourself every time You have a secret held this tight Like, by knowing your heart I would know mine Let’s compare notes on "sick" I let the lunatic drive Pull over, I’m standing up It’s walking time Pick up your bed and walk, he said Right then I knew my old ways were through Cause that bed had been for lying in Those lies, I don’t want to use You don’t want what I have And it’s sad that you can’t say so And that means, responsibility To myself, and letting this go What season is this?