Middle of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the leaves

Of a tired old tree I sit beneath

Where I think about the world and I don't know how

What will happen to us now

And peace is a ladder up to the clouds

That I'm wishing I could climb but I don't know how

So would you lend me a hand to the promise land

Where I'm headed

Glory bound

And it comes and it goes

Where it's headed, no one knows

And we come and we go

All the saints and the liars, sitting by the fire

What will happen to us now?

And hatred is a sharp knife held by the blade

It's cutting in your palm 'til you feel no pain

And burning in your eyes with a righteous rage

'Til the ashes blow away

And love is a thing that you can't define

Though you try with all your might

Through the riddles and rhymes

But it'll fly you like a kite

it'll throw you to the ground

But that's the best thing I have found.

And it comes and it goes

Where it's headed no one knows

And we come and we go

Like the winter and the spring

Losing everything just to gain it back again

And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?

And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?

And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?

And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?