We pass the distant lights
I forgot my name
I hear alarms repeating
I fell by the side
It's the year time of year
When the sap starts to rise
Spring unfurls we face the sweet time of sun
I see colors where you see rain
I see peace where you see pain
The autumn of last see's us trim our sails
Fast tracked backwards with coffin nails
Hold your trophies on a pedestal
The old veneer is right
A parody of mistakes
A different set of rules
Your strong handed measures have given way
Your so called plan of action is put in place
I wanted to be just like you
I never hold it tight to what went before
I guess this is you
And I guess this is me
Don't fret don't fight
Don't hold it tight don't holler