Middle Of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the leaves Of a tired old tree I sit beneath Where I think about the world and I don't know how What will happen to us now And peace is a ladder up to the clouds That I'm wishing I could climb but I don't know how So would you lend me a hand to the promise land Where I'm headed Glory bound And it comes and it goes Where it's headed, no one knows And we come and we go All the saints and the liars, sitting by the fire What will happen to us now? And hatred is a sharp knife held by the blade It's cutting in your palm 'til you feel no pain And burning in your eyes with a righteous rage 'Til the ashes blow away And love is a thing that you can't define Though you try with all your might Through the riddles and rhymes But it'll fly you like a kite It'll throw you to the ground But that's the best thing I have found. And it comes and it goes Where it's headed no one knows And we come and we go Like the winter and the spring Losing everything just to gain it back again And oh, how pretty is the middle of June? And oh, how pretty is the middle of June? And oh, how pretty is the middle of June? And oh, how pretty is the middle of June?