A quick one for a strange, strange day.

Some days aren’t the ones you would pick at all. This is one of them. So much change, so many moving parts. (I’m a player in the day, but not the main actor.)

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away
It’s simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it’s the springtime of my life

I’ll leave it there. I think that works, friend.