The time between the notes
Relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs
Dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus
Shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time
Lost social temperance rules above
Ah, ah

Then according to the man
Who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed
Revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper
Knowing all about the place

On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements
In between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by the river
Down at the end, round by the corner
Seasons will pass you by
Now that it's all over and done
Called to the seed, right to the sun
Now that you find, now that you're whole

Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down