One by one
The days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves
We have no conscience
Oh, what we're [bad word] 
Month by month,
The rings on our tree [bad word] 
Like old wise eyes,
Grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise

Now time- like an ocean
knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house
And lose inside the couch
And piles of our [bad word] miles in the dark
Just tryin' to get home

Age by age,
We rhyme with our seasons'
Rehearsed routines
Still turning
And returning

Now I'm wide as the ocean
Now I bleed roses
And you are just a mark
on the map of my past
But I am a road
I wind along alone
All day until the coast