Don't forget about the time, years will past until that shocking day of age arrives. They watch you working toward the grave until a million sunsets fade, into a single solitary day, and the anger in your heart will someday burst and blow apart, with no one there to listen to the words, as autumn falls into the past, time has come to sleep al last. Hear the winter wind blow. Most of all you can't explain the colors running through your brain, close your eyes and watch the way they change. When you're lying in the ground, the earth will still be spinning'round, somenone else eill sing those blues... and the anger in your heart will someday burst and blow apart, with no one there to listen to the words, as atutumn falls into the past, time has come to sleep al last. Hear the winter wind blow.