Saturn’s Fields

We pack our bags, we board the train
For a tour of Saturn's fields
And we don't know what lies ahead
With seeds of promise safe in our heads

Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain

You make me cry, you make me wait
I never was a patient child
But just in time, I slow and sway
The sun comes like a thief in the night

And everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain

Maybe you can slow me down
So small a thing
So great the sound

The cherry trees, a diamond ring
My heart it bends like rivers wild
To make more room for every change
Oh, I never was a patient child

But everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain

We pack our bags, we board the train
For a tour of Saturn's fields