Tell me why the grass grows tall?
Can you hear the fall coming?
I don't feel so far a long, it's too soon to stop running
I will go to sleep at dawn, and wake up to the sun setting
I can feel this old house yawn
A yearning century of waiting

Clocks are ticking on our phones, adding up the days to nothing
I don't feel so far a long, there's no time to stop running
Turning from the guiding light in a manner of speaking
As I live so I die, to learn why the grass is growing