The leaf and the body, each in their time
Turns on a schedule, turns on a dime
A bong's in the corner, a man's on the phone
I see a shoulder standing alone
High on a windy slope
You're all tassels and hair
When comes the morning
When comes the day
You choose any other way
You could get tired, and collapse inside
I could come to you, I could confide
The leaf and the body, each in their time
Turns on a schedule, turns on a dime
High on a windy slope
You're all tassels and hair
When comes the morning
When comes the day
You choose any other way
