Ploughing Out, Pt. 1

Once I had a reason
To fall outside of season
A gentle, gentle coast
Towards the lookout post
On the last day of the year
I am just happy to be here
Looping melodies 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 had a handle
Sparks shot out at angles
A gentle, gentle shift
Sent all intent adrift
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