Sweet

Old Canes

Compositor: Christopher Crisci

The sun goes down
The sun goes rolling through the trees
The hills get blazed
always bending on one knee
And I am there
and I am there and you with me
And you might float, you might float
but I'm lost at sea
da duh
da duh
da duh

The sun comes up
The sun comes up across the peaks
and we are one
there's no you and there's no me
and everything's changed
and everything is working to morning
it's all been arranged
stop your work and join the plan
da duh
da duh