I went out walking in a cool September breeze By the graveyards in my hometown Tangerine clouds passed the alabaster tombs Of people who figured it out And it got me to thinking how my mother's getting older Now I'm making her dinner at night And the stones just illuminate the irony of losing You can't fake getting out alive Everyday I'm resistant to the permanence of moving Through these cycles, currents, and tides Every side of me loves every side of you that's leaving That's how I know I'm changing this time That's how I know I might be changing this time It's the Saturday choir of mowers in the yard And you're digging through your garden designs Tender of the universe, your hands covered in soil Where we all end up down the line We'll become the flowers in time We'll become the flowers in time