All the Same

When a road becomes straight and easy It seems clear to see Things are in their right place Where they should be Sun in the day (Going down) Setting into the ground (Setting into the ground) (Setting into the ground) Leaves falling (Drifting down) Hush of autumn's sound We all seek to grow straight But too many doors are opening to grace's gate When she slipped away You won't believe you've been handed your fate Now the evening and the morning are piecing into one (All the same, all the same, the same, same) (All the same, all the same) The days, the weeks and the months are all undone (Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done) Possing blues of spring and the grey winter stain (All the same, all the same, the same) (All the same) The masking of the clouds sorrow that comes with rain (Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain) We all seek to grow straight But too many doors are opening to grace's gate When she slipped away You won't believe you've been handed your fate All the same All the same All the same All the same All the same All the same All the same All the same