Seasons

Things are changing, times are strange

Weather’s hot but a chill remains

I want to go where I’m not again

But I can’t get on any plane

But I know, by now

That we’ll come out

From here

With some things clear

Paradigms and shifting signs

Altered plans and tilted climbs

Covering’s pulled from our cries

Where there’s no reason, there’s a rhyme

And we know, by now

That we’ll come out

From here

With some things clear

Roving around like we have been blinded

To the speed of our lives passing by

Yes we know, by now

That we’ll come out

From here, aware

Of something there

That’s always been

Not always seen

And we’ll go

On with the show