no time to see no time to say no time to speak my mind all the time flew away the darkened oaks on the hillside have been standing so long the wet weathered wood that fell in last night's storm and I know that the winds will never change things I know that the silence comes and goes a lone palm in the desert its roots cling to the ground lies the dirt and the light but nothing else around a tree's life is lonesome
Written and performed by Derek White ©1989