I went out walking in a cool September breeze
By the graveyards in my hometown
Tangerine clouds passed the alabaster tombs
Of people who figured it out
And it got me to thinking how my mother's getting older
Now I'm making her dinner at night
And the stones just illuminate the irony of losing
You can't fake getting out alive
Everyday I'm resistant to the permanence of moving
Through these cycles, currents, and tides
Every side of me loves every side of you that's leaving
That's how I know I'm changing this time
That's how I know I might be changing this time
It's the Saturday choir of mowers in the yard
And you're digging through your garden designs
Tender of the universe, your hands covered in soil
Where we all end up down the line
We'll become the flowers in time
We'll become the flowers in time
