Lyrics

Delicate is the breeze that blows
In the platter of the matter
it's the way it goes
Intelligence in the ones who'll know
at the matter
born to scatter
it's the way it goes
Gettin clearer with the years that flow
at the matter
born to shatter
it's the way it goes
Arm chair empty where the old man sat
nothin sadder
doesn't matter
that's the way it goes
I'm just waiting for my time
They're just waiting for their time
We're just waiting for our time
to go.