Wrong

You never got it wrong

You always got it right

But now some time has passed;

You’re ever so slightly off

Thing you could do asleep

In a not too distant past,

Are trying your patience

Harder now



And though 

Everything moves along

You hope the rumour’s wrong

That Mother Nature 

Goes to heaven



Right

You never got it wrong

It always got away

When you had it nailed

It was ever so slightly off

Sending you somewhere else

Than where you had to be

Making it that much 

Harder now



And though

You’re struggling to get on track

It pales somewhat to the fact

That Mother Nature goes to heaven



And there will be no sadder day

When all the birds

Have flown away