so i'm waiting for someone...but i'm always two steps behind
Vacant Paths
The wind swirls up the fall leaves
A cyclone erupts on the ground
Cold air chills the ankles
The acorns harden
Then shatters
A man looks down the vacant path
Searching for a wondering
Ghost.
The wind swirls up the fall leaves
A cyclone erupts
on the ground
And the acorns harden
And shatter
as the man looks on.
The wind swirls up the fall leaves
A cyclone erupts on the ground
Cold air chills the ankles
The acorns harden
Then shatters
A man looks down the vacant path
Searching for a wondering
Ghost.
The wind swirls up the fall leaves
A cyclone erupts
on the ground
And the acorns harden
And shatter
as the man looks on.