The trees blow their own leaves
Spreading their seeds to the prairies
As will a woman who's lost in her world
Know what she came for and know what she could
The ocean has no rear or fore
It rolls itself to the shore
As will a man if he tries though no he can't
Make a good life with his head in his hands

Chorus
Never a forced smile
From the sun in the sky
Never the same cloud as it passes by
As the earth takes shape
And so should I
The weary are weary for they always ask why
The rainstorm creates its own darkness
Then washes away all the devil's own luck
As will the woman who's living in pain
Be freed of the heartache she once did contain
A bluebird never sings too blue
Soaring peaceful through wide open sky
As will a man who's lost true love
Be freed of the sorrow he suffers thereof
Chorus
Never a forced smile
From the sun in the sky
Never the same cloud as it passes by
As the earth takes shape
And so should I
The weary are weary for they always ask why