Another Paper Pulled Out
More Leaf Crumbled Up
When Will It End, When Will I Get Enough
It All Seems To Come And Go
It All Seems Easy As The Wind Blows
As The Trees Burn Down To The Brown
Earth Stands Still Just For A While
The Breeze And Heavy Scent
Of Money And Time Well Spent
Ecstasy Covers My Vision
Thin Air, Everywhere
Fake Smiles Gasping For Truth
Body On Earth, Mind Colored Fruit
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time