The supple leaves all filled with ember
As the simple night quiets a bad temper.
Mennonites in the sky are falling
To find simple truths that seem to be calling.
What will happen with tomorrow?
Will it stop all the sorrow?
So many questions can be asked before the shoe drops
And the lady is left out looking for the rain drops
So that within the sphere of a tear she'll find
The road to perdition leaves all fears behind.
I must not over think my stay in your mind
Because I don't want to leave you in a bind
But supple leaves all filled with ember
Are as simple as the night that quiets a bad temper.
