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
i am a road, i wind along alone
all day until the coast