The same way
A river finds a way back to the ocean
A wave returns to the sea
The same way
This old bird is gonna fly south for the winter
It's an inevitability
And you know why- it's the way of all creation
You and I are headed right back where we came from
The same way
There never was a leaf that held on forever
Or turned it's shade from brown to green
The same way
Edges set in stone will all wear and wither
They always wake up from the dream
And you know why- it's the way of all creation
You and I are headed right back where we came from