With fear comes laughter
and I'll hold it in
yet another slow change I unwillingly begin
we breathe the same
ocean of words
what will be the lessons
tossed upon the waves I've earned?
And I don't know what's left for me now
my plans fade away
the memories are growing
stronger still
and I don't know what's left for me now
high plains roll on with the passing thunder
crashing still

Tears fall faster when I'm low within
yet another slow anticipation wears me thin.
If we sustain
the stones unturned
what will be the path that's
left for us when we return?

And I don't know what's left for me now
my plans
fade away the memories are growing
stronger still
and I don't know what's left for me now
high plains roll on with the passing thunder.

And I don't know what's left for me now
my plans
fade away the memories are growing
stronger still
and I don't know what's left for me now
high plains roll on with the passing thunder
crashing still.
And I don't know what's left for me now
my friends change change change change.

And if I could hum like the wind
if I could hum like the wind
if I could hum like the wind
wish I could hum like the wind.
Would I change change?
And if I rush like a wave
if I could rush like a wave
wish I could rush like a wave
if I rush like a wave would I change?
Easy change.

But I'm buried without a trace
I'm like a stone everyday.
Slow the cold face of change
I'm buried without a trace.
It's a slow change slow change.

And if I hum like the wind
if I could rush like the wave
slow the cold face of change
buried without a trace
I'm like a stone everyday
like a stone everyday
like a stone everyday
like a stone everyday. . .

If I could hum like the wind
if I could rush like the wave
could I slow the cold face of change?
Would I be buried without a trace?
Cause it will be coming around again
Cause it will be coming around again
Might not be buried without a trace.