Middle Of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the leaves
Of a tired old tree I sit beneath
Where I think about the world and I don't know how
What will happen to us now

Peace is a ladder up to the clouds
That I'm wishing I could climb but I don't know how
So would you lend me a hand to the promised land
Where I'm headed
Glory bound

And it comes and it goes
Where it's headed no one knows
And we come and we go
All the saints and the liars
Sitting by the fire
What will happen to us now

Hatred is a sharp knife held by the blade
Cutting in your palm till you feel no pain
Burning in your eyes with a righteous rage
'Till the ashes blow away

Love is a thing that you can't define
Though you try with all your might through the riddles and rhymes
It'll fly you like a kite
It'll throw you to the ground
But that's the best thing I have found

And it comes and it goes
Where it's headed no one knows
And we come and we go
Like the winter and the spring
Losing everything
Just to gain it back again

Oh, how pretty is the middle of June