Everything In Ruin

There's a junked out truck stuck in the mud
 Down in the valley where the low fields flood
 Every spring when the river jumps its banks
 A few stubborn leaves clinging to the bough
 By the wing or wheel the whole deal's gone south
 Only ones left got no place else to go
 Everything in ruin now
 Ruin now, ruin now
 Everything in ruin now
 Soon to be renewed
 All is still in the chilly night
 Save one lone cricket fiddling for his life
 Sawing off a shivery waltz before the frost
 It's all gone to seed, brown and spent
 And I'm a-wonderin' where all of the innocence went
 Will it come back like a redwing blackbird's song
 Frost on windows filigreed
 And I could use a little wildcard up my sleeve
 Just in case Old Man Winter calls my bluff
 It smells like snow, the sky's hearse black
 Full moon cloudy as a cataract
 But all I got to do is make it through these next few months