The falling leaves show

Breaking outside

You blew and Im floating away

The Seasons renew, like they say

I followed your lead now

We can have time but i knew I’m trailing today the truth has caught me awake

I see you all hustle in manic rud

Escaping seasons while stuck in mud insured for crisis in the mean time

I’m picking up bucks the feeling of a neat life fitting nicely in the golden chain

Completely drained but you think it’s sane

It’s hard to tell but in the mean time

Lеaving brief time to fiddle with a nеat rhyme

Takes some time and a ticket or two

To see some meaning or to pick a virtue

Always something in the pipeline

Often even better than anything in hindsight

If the truth doesn’t fit the suit

Maybe skip and pick a new root

I can’t tell but in the meantime

Leaving my chime while searching for the good life

Signing the lease now

Breaking outside

You blew and Im floating away The Seasons renew like they say We said mahalo we can have time but i knew you were sailing away the truth has changed at it’s stake