Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
snowflake falls in May.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land [bad word] by long division, young men they pretend
Old [bad word] 

And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll [bad word] ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.

And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way [bad word] signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the [bad word] down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.