Time Has A Way

The year’s at its end

The colors are changing

The wind rearranging

And the fields are all covered in snow

Time has a way

Of pushing us onward

To step out on the water

And surrender the pressure to know

And I am every age that I ever have been

Watching my sons become little men

With every season I’m learning to trust the wind

I wanna go back

To the place where I lost it

The place that I let it

Get to my head instead of my heart

On this winter’s day

I’m filled with memories

My children are with me

And their joy brings me right to the start

Time has a way of bringing me home again

Time has a way, I’m learning to trust the wind

The year’s at its end

The colors are changing

The wind rearranging

And the fields are all covered in snow