Sit by my side

Come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words

Dream about the pictures

That I play of changes

Green leaves of summer

Turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow they fade

And then they have to die

Trapped within

The circle time parade of changes

Passions will part to a strange melody

As fires will sometimes burn cold

Like petals in the wind

We're puppets to the silver

Strings of souls of changes

So sit by my side

Come as close as the air

Share in a memory of gray

Wander in my words

Dream about the pictures

That I play of changes