All The Same

When a road becomes straight and easy
It seems clear to see
Things are in their right place
Where they should be.

Sun in the day
(Going down)
Setting into the ground
(Setting into the ground)
(Setting into the ground)
Leaves falling
(Drifting down)
Hush of autumn's sound.

We all seek to grow straight
But too many doors are opening to grace's gate
When she slipped away
You won't believe you've been handed your fate.

Now the evening and the morning are piecing into one
(All the same, all the same, the same, same)
(All the same, all the same)
The days, the weeks and the months are all undone
(Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done)

Possing blues of spring and the grey winter stain
(All the same, all the same, the same)
(All the same)
The masking of the clouds sorrow that comes with rain
(Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain)

We all seek to grow straight
But too many doors are opening to grace's gate
When she slipped away
You won't believe you've been handed your fate.

All the same
All the same
All the same
All the same.

All the same
All the same
All the same
All the same.