over the hill and through
the depths of the valley
the mountains are calling
what is left for me to grieve
disappear into the trees
in my hair falling leaves
wheels turning like
the hands on a clock
the crops are almost gone
leave the rest alone
don't bother a thing
let it snow let it rain
what is living without pain
what is pain without
the hurting of living
everyone suffers loss
everyone stops to pause
think for a minute then go
everyone living has to fall
on the hard proof
searching to find the clues
cutting through the right wire
to defuse the blast of the past
fast before the burning crash
unmasking the naked truth
through the dark gray smoke
that brings water to the eyes
pointing fingers at the blame
shooting arrows into the sky
only an eagle can testify
that it's never too late to fly