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