Sunday Falling

I can see her drifting down some river

the mill lays quiet for a change

the little ones are deep down

into the fields of play

from the big room I sit scheming

to let the clouds of august roll

over the hills into the distance

boy they're moving slow

and it feels like sunday falling right into line

and it's going to be good

there's no framework now no reason

no defining times I see

no delays in creation

there's no want

there's no need

if we can hold on a little bit longer

and let this whole world slip away

we can make this last forever

we can make this last forever