The Evening

The sun sets and the dust settles

On the great terrain with the lush petals

Break away from this dog kennel

And pedal away from the prog meadow

Analog clock going off in my right ear

But we can stay put laying right here

As the evening passes the eye

No need to try catching time, let it fly

(Need to-need to-time, need to-time, need to-try to catch it)

(Need to-need to-time, need to-time, need to-catch it-eye)

(Need to-need to-time, need to-time, need to-try to catch it)

(Need to-need to-time, need to-time, need to-let it fly)