David Elias - Season of the Fall lyrics

Season of the Fall I am an old man, I am the writing on the wall I�ve seen a few but they will say that I have seen it all Not a lot of confidence Even less of self esteem These are my means of transportation Hey or I can�t move at all I am the witness of the future and the remnant of the past I roll in oceans I will always sing the song that fails to last Bones and bakeries And all that lies in between These things will shape the weight of presence With the first stone that is cast I am a mirror, I am the side of some old barn I cannot hear you, I am far farther than long gone Patience and practicals may never have been That is the means of emulation In the season of the fall It's not time for that reality It's not time for some old charm In the end a near fatality Broken minds and broken hearts I am a picture of the answer I'm a means unto the end I am the slowest of all dancers And I dance without a friend Don't pause for those concessions If you know what I mean As I make my way this warm day on my stroll across the green I will be making my own way on my stroll across the green