Текст песни
When fallen apples
Touched by the earth
I pick the roundest
And the smoothest one
Rub it on my sleeve
Put it right in my pocket
For sometime later
It's a happy wait
For one who travels light
Outstretched arm, stretched out
My thumb points to blue oblivion
And walking slowly backwards
To my vague destination
Sometime nearing noon
By my vague estimation
I stop to rest my arm
Pull back my dusty sleeve
And wind my watch
It's my way of contributing
To the space-time continuum
And as the dusk ghosts
Turn to magnolia
I contemplate existence
And how energy never really goes
It just changes its clothes
And there's no such thing as goodbye
I lean down and write my name
Across the white lines
With approximated date and time
Outstretched arm, stretched out
My thumb points to blue oblivion
And walking slowly backwards
To my vague destination
Outstretched arm, stretched out
My thumb points to blue oblivion
And walking slowly backwards
To my destination