Maybe a word is just too brief
To tell you how I really feel
Maybe I am just too weak
Weak as a drifting, falling leaf
Fallen leaf
I wonder if they are building walls
Or they are just covering sores
Living less and losing more
I wanna know what’s going on
Break through the curtain, go out and play
Lean out the window, face-to-face
It’s not time to cremate or bury
You can find a million ways
Million ways, million ways
Once in a while we’re used to
Reaping flowers on the road
Who can tell the seasons
When they’re sold/sowed?