The Green Years

	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?

	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?