
the arc of our lives
if we could just always see
the distance we’ve come
the arc of our lives
if we could just always see
the distance we’ve come
somehow I don’t think
the plane changing its course
was due to the sign
maybe it’s the ship of state
with a different captain
some aren’t what they seem
others are mere reflections
all things are passing
high above the earth
moving as if burden free
leaving trail miles long
leaving dark contrails
wearing coat of morning dew
red fox in full flight