When should you leave, when should you go,
In spring, summer, autumn or snow?
When you hear the crow cry,
When you feel the truth start to die?

Is it when the sun slowly sets,
Or is it when you’ve paid your debts?
Can you feel your heart beat,
Or merely the urging of your feet?

Here and now becomes tomorrow,
Is that right for you to go?
Does the green grass call you,
Ever think about pastures new?

Bravery to say goodbye,
Or should secrets be left to lie?
The past touches today,
Is it time for someone to pay?