The crunchy time wheel runs fast and runs slow
The crunchy time wheel knows what it knows
Sometimes it's draggin' and ya feel the laggin'
Sometimes it's spinnin' and ya feel like yer winnin'
Where does the time go?
Does it sink or does it swim?
Is it flyin' or runnin' thin?
Is it hangin' after a Saturday night?
Or the heaviest heavy weight?
Ready for the fight?
Oh crunchy time wheel
Wheelin' along...
Oh crunchy time wheel
Keep truckin' on.

crunchy leaves swimming
rain dances in the meadows
drowning the sun rays

Trees are letting their leaves to fall down.
Throughout the spring and summer they were together
until the breath of north split them apart.

They go in red, orange, yellow and brown.
Snow will come from the arrival of the north cold weather
making our world shine like a master's art.

We watch the colors change in our town,
but if the degrees could rise it would be much better.
Our minds hope for change and a new start.

crunchy leaves float
meadows dancing rain
wrapping sun in gray

white fluff
but crunchy
plain taste that
is somehow
fulfilling