Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness

Crashed and on their way

Father he enjoyed collisions, others walked away

A snowflake falls in May

And the doors are open now

As the bells are ringing out

Nature has its own religion

Gospel from the land

Father ruled by long division

Young men they pretend

Old men comprehend

And the sky breaks at dawn

Shedding light upon this town

They'll all come around

And the road

The old man paved

The broken seams along the way

The rusted signs, left just for me

He was guiding me, love, his own way

Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow

As the curtain comes down

I feel that this is just goodbye for now