Written by Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy. If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason. If all I was was passing time my life was just a season. Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely. I was young and no song was sung that didn't sound appealing. I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train. And I'd look back at her standing in the rain. Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river. Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving. I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face. And it's drinks for everybody in the place. If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason. If all I was was passing time my life was just a season. If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason. If all I was was passing time my life was just a season. Shouting crowds and mummer's shrouds and people going crazy. Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing. I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar. It really wasn't hard to be a star. If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason. If all I was was passing time my life was just a season.