Below the road a dozen times now
  Within the leeway, behind the sandhouse
  The fascinating book of strings
  Picks the leaves
  That drift down between
  Suns to lift up in between
  They told some stories like you've never seen
  Just about everything slips down in between
  Mine to lift up and to follow
  In the steps of fluids hollow
  Without time we pick up all the streams
  To find the leaves
  That drift down in between