Fickle Season

Every time we feel the wind blow Travel south beyond the deep snow When the birds know it's time to fly River running, it's deep and wide Fickle season, summer's gone So on ancient routes we travel Way of stars and way of gravel Feel the rhythm of wings and feet Feel the rhythm of days and weeks Memory will lead the way Call it teleology Like the river runs to the sea Come the season, find a reason Home is anywhere you find me On the mountain I'm a boulder I'm standing tall in the waterfall River pebble when I'm older I'm breaking up where the water runs Generations pass me by Every life the blink of an eye Wings are beating, seek the heat And carry purpose on your shoulder Time will bring you back to me Like the river runs to the sea Come the season, find a reason Home is anywhere you find me