Season To Season

There's a white shell lying

On the beach beside me

I'm a little frightened

To trust, the waves that rush

Across the endless ocean

Across the deep and narrow

Building like a landslide

To crush, the rocks to dust

Season to season

I should be leaving

But where am I gonna go?

Only I can know

I'm taking off the last layer

Throw it in the corner

The air is hot and heavy

It rolls, behind my door

I'm putting on my new boots

All leather fur and fancy

I'm gonna take my chances

But cold, hits me like a wall

Season to season

I should be leaving

But where am I gonna go

Only I can know

Season to season

Keeps on repeating

Changing like my clothes

The blues and greys I own

I'm open to the wind

I'm open to the light

I'm open to the days

I'm open to the nights

Everything will change

We grow and then we die

So I'm taking off these old clothes of mine