Habits & Plans

The light on the lake through the leaves
The fading grass stains on your knees
The cling of your dress in the breeze
The sting of these memories

Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?

What do I own?
Just the choice to be left alone
Is that my voice on the telephone?
What do I own?

Who is this man?
Just a bundle of habits and plans
Or the way that he grins or he stands?
What do I own?

And everything falls through these hands
Gone before I understand
Flowing like water, flowing like sand
Every decision and every plan

Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?

What do I own?
Just the sum of the things I've been shown
Or the choices I've grabbed or I've blown
What do I own?

Who is this man?
Just a bundle of habits and plans
Or the way that he grins or he stands?
What do I own?

And if in ten years I pass away
Not an atom of me will be the same
So who's is that body lying in state?
Who's is that dust that's blown away?

Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?
Is it mine?