I'm taking my time, looking out the window,
waiting for the first snow.
I'm tired of these dreams, with their same old colored leaves, waiting for the new to turn to old.
Fall down pretty leaf, be the change between two theifs,
let them learn to let go.
Birds migrate in the air, christmas time is near,
as the lamp lets light glow low.

A wise man and a fool, which one will rule?
I know that I could learn a thing or two.
Stop clock now retreat. fill every minute with a great feat,
I sure wish I could but thats my cue,
I go half way then stop, I reap half my crop,
You think you got it easy then walk a day in my shoes.
A lamb now lay slain. Broken and in pain.
his bruse brought blessing for me and you.

And as the same story gets told,
its words lose their touch as it gets old.
But i can't change one word, or dot one i
for these memories have been written down in time.

As the fire burns the forest down.
To grow new leaves that will fall to the ground,
just like a story told with fire,
will bring back its passion and desire.
As a fire burns the forest down,
animals run and scurry the ground.
But just as the fire destorys
a new story it will tell,