Long were the day
In the spring
When we were younger
Oh, the years I've gone
Like the breeze
In the summer

Seasons come, then they go
Like the dusk on that old dirt road
I try and fight to take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own

So paint the colors of fall
On my heart
So I'll remember
To carry through the pain
And the cold
Of the winter
Oh!

Wind it colors my skin
Broke my bones
And left me bleeding

Through the darkest storm
He was there
Now I'm still breathing
Ah!

Seasons come and they go
Like the dusk on that old dirt road
I try and fight to take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own

Yeah, the ground keeps moving on its own
Yeah, the ground keeps moving on its own