in the middle of the road just stripes
and dead animals an open chance
to be a target not to hear the pipes
as you're sent to meet fate with a dance
listen the wind has messages for you
you're not alone as you confront the time
there's still a lot left here to do
before the coming of the frost and rime
a garden in the winter's desolate
but so's a desert in the summer's heat
we've done what we can so now we wait
until the time for all these thing's complete
we rush and jump our candle's on the burn
it's one way only though there's no return