Any Other Way

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