Wild sage has gone to seed
It used to be
An AM radio was all I'd ever need
Our old age is in the reeds
We used to be
So damn young and dumb and eager to believe
Winter's in the air, but it's only September
You're right over there, but I can barely remember you at all
At all
Put away those earthly things
And follow me
There's something beautiful behind those dying trees
One more day gone in a blink
Things used to be
So damn long and drawn out waiting through the weeks
Winter's in the air, please return to sender
Ain't no time to prepare, for this earthly surrender to it all
It all