Urge for Going

No one describes days like today better than Joni Mitchell:

"I awoke today to find the frost perched on the town.
It hovered in a frozen sky and gobbled summer down.
When the sun turns traitor cold and all the trees stand shivering in a naked row,
I get the urge for going, but I never seem to go.

"I get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown,
summertime is falling down, and winter is closing in.

"I had me man in summertime; he had summer-colored skin,
and not another girl in town, my darling's heart could win.
But when the leaves fell trembling down,
and bully winds did rub their faces in the snow,
he got the urge for going, and I had to let him go.

"He got the urge for going when the meadow grass was turning brown,
summertime was falling down, and winter was closing in.

"The warriors of winter they give a cold, triumphant shout.
All the stays is dying; all the lives is getting out.
See the geese in chevron flight, flapping and a-racing on before the snow.
They got the urge for going, and they had the wings so they could go.

"They get the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown,
summertime is falling down, and winter is closing in.

"I'll ply the fire with kindling and pull the blankets up to my chin.
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bind my wandering in.
I'd like to call back summertime and have her stay for just another month or so,
but she's got the urge for going, and I guess she'll have to go.

"She gets the urge for going when the meadow grass is turning brown,
and all her empire's falling down, and winter is closing in."