Autumn blew it's leaves at me,
Threatening winter as I walked.
Summer always goes so quick, barely stopping like my thoughts.
Which dip and spin and change so fast
I have to wonder - will I last.

Through the windows of the train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - will I be around.
As my anger shouts - at my own self doubt,
So a madness creeps - into my dreams
When you're scared of living - but afraid to die
I get scared of giving - and I must find the faith to beat it

I must be me [bad word] by,
Time just lingers on the wind.
Bristlin' through my open fears,
I wonder what it's going to bring.

Above the clouds, what's to be found,
I have to wonder - will I be around. [bad word] and [bad word] and hide
I catch the sail at evening's tide.