Going places left behind on yesterday's ground Oh, we've fallen for two Mongols All the narrow roads, threw wine behind us Forming patch red colors all in time All in time All in time Blue skies are forming wrong, all to blind us Yeah, tomorrow takes its time To guide us we chop our way where we used to go Forming patch red colors all in time All in time All in time Clouds are forming into patterns said to rhyme Toward the years we've left behind Life keeps a-weaving into mind and the sea seems to come alive Sun will shut our Shaman's eyes All in time Oh