To Follow

There's no snow in the winter here
Rain in the spring
No need to deliver a crush on the way through the leaves
Looking over the window sill, she says what she sees
Last sands are beginning to flow on the waves of the breeze

It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath

Clouds on the horizon, but the sun is overhead
Below where an ocean goes, a river makes a bed
Figure out what it's all about, falling in a dream
Hard souls on the surface streets step heavy on the seam

It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath

The light of the night
The feel of the cold
Spheroid Saturn with a patchwork pattern
Never fitting in the mold

It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath

It's so long and so brief
To follow a path that runs underneath