The Old Peace

You could be wise spending a lifetime
Under your tree watching apples fall from above
You could be lost, aimless in your home town
Nothing in that moment matters more than the book in your hand

And I see impressions, and I see fingerprints, footsteps
Tears in the rain
But nothing is more perfect than the smell of harmony

You've got your solitude and I've got my peace
And nothing in that moment matters more
If only in just this one fragment, together it grows
This tree, maybe aimless, maybe lost, right where I need to be

And I see impressions, and I see fingerprints, footsteps
Tears in the rain
But nothing is more perfect than the smell of harmony
And I see impressions, and I see fingerprints, footsteps
Tears in the rain
But nothing is more perfect than the smell of harmony

And I see impressions, and I see fingerprints, footsteps
Tears in the rain
But nothing is more perfect than the smell of harmony
And I see impressions, and I see fingerprints, footsteps
Tears in the rain
But nothing is more perfect than the smell of harmony