Ploughing Out Part 1

Once I had a reason

To fall outside of season

A gentle, gentle coast

Towards the lookout post

On the last day of the year

I am just happy to be here

Looping melodies of time

In my mind

In my mind

Plans are real

Ploughing out

Across the fields

Holding court

For miles around

Finding out

It's only sound

Once I had a handle

It's sparks shot out at angles

A gentle, gentle shift

Sent all intent adrift

And on the worst day of his life

He'd still love more things than I like

Taping melodies of times

In his mind

In his mind

Plans are real

Ploughing out

Across the fields

Holding court

For miles around

Finding out

It's only

Sound