I can tell myself i know the answers Try to puzzle out the painful things i've yet to learn But i don't understand the subtle plan And still i wonder As the seeds we've sown fall to earth and grow In a barren land Sheltered in our seasoned hardness Shall we shed a stagnant tear to ease our wooden hearts? Well that depends With our precious hands clutching painted sand And our broken wheels in doubt as we turn for home Melting in a dream of gardens I was walking through the trees when someone called my name I long to trespass down that path again And though i've no regrets I can still recall when the first leaves fall How i lost my way Parachuting into darkness Doesn't every wounded hero live to fight again? I'm baling out But the profiteers stole my surplus years Am i somersaulting headlong into the ground?