Sometimes it just seems
like the brown leaves on the dead trees
are gonna get their way
And on other days, it's nothing but a sea of green


So we sit and watch the cars go 'round, until they come back again
Until we're all friends again and things are how they should be
So laugh at me, if you want to, 'cause I may be different than you
And I may become somewhat undone at the sight of the source
and the sound of the gun


There's a sign on the side of the road that says
"You better sharpen your tools on a rainy day"
So they're ready when you need them
'Cause the world keeps turning even when you step off for a while
And the daytime brings with it all the nighttime states of mind
that you just can't escape


Messy rooms can't hide the view outside, from our precious eyes
'Cause there's gonna be an earthquake soon
You see it goes like this: everything you forbid comes true
Until what's left to do but love, and give, and give some more
From underneath the scars of war
that you can't replace

There's a sign on the side of the road that says
"You better sharpen your tools on a rainy day"
So they're ready when you need them
'Cause the world keeps turning even when you step off for a while
And the daytime brings with it all the nighttime states of mind
that you just can't embrace