Are you just another season?
Will you be gone by the year's end?
Will we hold hands through somber winter
Then go our separate ways again?
Is this just another cycle
Of what goes up comes crashing down?
Or will we fade more like the sunsets
An endless bout of round and round?
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Round and round
Can we try it a different way?
Two roads diverged in yellow wood
Frost evinces nature's curse
If you slip through my flushed fingers
Don't blame, blame clockwork
Though the wheel spins, it moves forward
Stagnation is a bleak myth
I'll recall this verse when ups go down
And outs come right back in