The leaf and the body, each in their time
Turns on a schedule, turns on a dime
A bong's in the corner, a man's on the phone
I see a shoulder standing alone

High on a windy slope
You're all tassels and hair
When comes the morning,
When comes the day,
You choose any other way

You could get tired and collapse inside
I could come to ya, I could confide
The leaf and the body, each in their time
Turns on a schedule, turns on a dime

High on a windy slope
You're all tassels and hair
When comes the morning,
When comes the day,
You choose any other way