
Rounding up the troops,
marching to the horizon,
dark clouds drown the sun.

Rounding up the troops,
marching to the horizon,
dark clouds drown the sun.

We all seek comfort:
human heads towards water;
ocean comes ashore.

Pinks, yellows, and greens,
road trips, autumn afternoons;
raindrops on windscreens.

Creek by the forest,
evergreens and leafless trees;
we enjoy the sun.