One by one the days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves we have no conscience
Oh, what we're becoming.
Month by month, the rings on our tree trunks,
Like old wise eyes, grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise.
Now time- like an ocean, knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house, and lose inside the couch
And piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark
Just tryin' to get home...
Age by age, we rhyme with our seasons'
Rehearsed routines, still turning and returning.
Now I'm wide as the ocean, now I bleed roses
And you are just a mark on the map of my past
But I am a road, i wind along alone
All day until the coast...