Once I heard the reason
To fall outside of season
A gentle, gentle coast

Towards the lookout post
On the last day of the year
I'm just happy to be here

Looking at the leaves of time
In my mind


In my mind
Plans are real
Ploughing out

Across the fields
Holding court
For miles around

Finding out
It's only sound


Once I heard the handle
It's part strong out the tangos
The gentle, gentle shift

Sent toward him tender drift
And on the worst day of his life
He'd still love more things than I like

Taping melodies of times
In his mind


In his mind
Plans are real
Ploughing out

Across the fields
Holding court
For miles around

Finding out
It's only sound