We follow the river down to the sea
Showing the city how to be free
From the world, to the window and the world between
What we are, what we've done to, what it really means
Asleep for the summer, wake for the fall
Dream of the forest, taking it all
Were the leaves, were the seasons ever really there?
In the pattern, was the city never meant to care?
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
If you are, if you're happy in the things we say
In the morning, in the shadow, in the Milky Way
From the world to the window and the world between
What we are, what we've done to, what it really means
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
If you are, if you're happy in the things we say
In the morning, in the shadow, in the Milky Way
From the world to the window and the world between
What we are, what we've done to, what it really means
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
