the road we travel is long and winding; slow down and take in the view
leaves on the sidewalk from different trees will be swept by the same broom
nature plays a song that’s constantly changing key and time signature
despite our efforts to make order in nature nature doesn’t care
where two paths converge they split if you’re walking the other direction
in the darkest night there is always light, even if we can’t see it
a walk in autumn is more rewarding than at any other time
we know tomorrow will be here for us each night with the setting sun
when something begins we can feel let down because something didn’t end
it showed suddenly crawling down the window pane the moon dropped toward dawn
uptown jack 