That strange wondrous way
In which we age
But never really change

I come out unwound
From all I've ever come across

I've been walking
For an hour or so
Down a logging road
Nobody has come my way

I'm looking at the valley
From up on a dirt road
Searching for a way down
Back into town
To that strange wondrous place
Where I live
And spend my days
Free from change

Fine, draw a line
Through the landscape
And through our lives
And all that I have sung about
And all that I have stated
And all that I have questioned
And all that I have ever said
Remains unchanged
Unrestrained and uncontained
I'm free to change

A sound of wood splitting
Across a field
A treeline hides
What's soon revealed
Something rustling
Through the brush or the canopy

It's the sound of wood splitting
Across a field
A treeline hides
What's soon revealed
Swaying grass that marks
The path
It got away
It got away