Ear to Ear

Turning leaves descend again Just like they do every autumn And I remember the years When ear to ear I'd smile as I caught 'em And I never saw in the color that day The vibrant intimation of decay It's nothing personal Just the earth turning on The only axis it knows It's nothing terminal Today will return In tomorrow's clothes Burning trees descend again Just like they do every summer And I remember the years The morning air clear And the rainclouds proud with thunder And I never heard in the rumble that day The heavens' imitation of the fiery fray It's nothing personal Just the earth turning on The only axis it knows It's nothing terminal Today will return In tomorrow's clothes