Fickle Season

Every time we feel the wind blow
 Travel south beyond the deep snow
 When the birds know it's time to fly
 River running, it's deep and wide
 Fickle season, summer's gone
 So on ancient routes we travel
 Way of stars and way of gravel
 Feel the rhythm of wings and feet
 Feel the rhythm of days and weeks
 Memory will lead the way
 Call it teleology
 Like the river runs to the sea
 Come the season, find a reason
 Home is anywhere you find me
 On the mountain I'm a boulder
 (I'm standing tall in the waterfall)
 River pebble when I'm older
 (I'm breaking up where the water runs)
 Generations pass me by
 Every life the blink of an eye
 Wings are beating, seek the heat
 And carry purpose on your shoulder
 Time will bring you back to me
 Like the river runs to the sea
 Come the season, find a reason
 Home is anywhere you find me