Are you the plane
That shapes the board
Part of a history
Smoothed and worn
Oh the windy weather
Dry spells, brushfire
Isn't it strange
To see my life
You must cut me down
To look inside
Oh the simple pleasures
This ring tells of rain
This one, summers
Good years, nightmares
How is it i remember
Knowing that i would live forever
Isn't it strange
How truth can change
Oh the windy weather
This ring tells of rain
This one, summers
Dry spells, brushfire
