She led you to a place with water and seed, still you remain just a stride behind. It makes no sense your morning song, so she casually moves on. And you remain, you remain a stride behind. The forest is old for all to behold. Life just a dot in the scope of time. A minute could be ten thousand years, all depends how you time your days. And you remain, you remain a stride behind. Fade in, fade out or fade away, like the desert radio. Stretches of highway with no one on them. I am no one on them. And you remain, you remain a stride behind. Casually moves on. Casually moves on.