Parallel lines in the lawn Slows natures progress to a crawl Out here in the west Out here where the good sun sets The weary never rest Do nothing unless you do your best they say You brushed against my cheek Bluebell bindweed broadleaf Like burrs cling to our jeans That moment stuck all over me And I'm afraid to move Afraid of what I might lose Go on go on without me I will find my own way But there will come soft rains To wash whatever's left away Parallel lines in the lawn Trimming back the overgrowth Of something I once knew Something I saw clear in you I'm a spirit fugitive And I'm running from myself again I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way I will find my own way But there will come soft rains To wash whatever's left away