The Meaning Of It All

Don’t look too far ahead from where you are
These things transend human comprehension
I’m you, you’re me, through eyes that take no sleeping
Starve myself for a piece of you
Chorus:
With age comes time
Leaves to the earth must fall
And die before they can find
The meaning of it all
The meaning of it all
It’s those things I can’t touch
That move blood through my veins
The mystery in which we breathe
Lay down forever and carry all of the marks
That we bear until the dust reclaims us Chorus
All is fine, all is fine
All is fine, it’s in my mind
And all this time, all this time
All this time, to draw these lines
To draw these lines
You can trouble your own house
But in the end you’ll inherit the wind