WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE & WALT WILKINS
Always becoming
Rolling and running
We’re to and from-ing and round back again
Grinding and grooving
Everything’s moving
Always becoming not just what we’ve been
Just at the threshold
With the thinnest of toeholds
Mining for fool’s gold, shining for you
Rocking and reeling
Just barely dealing
Still always becoming searching for true
Hearts, eyes, and wings
Were gradual things
Every spring brings something new
Bright green leaves
Grow to branches of trees
Always becoming is all you can do
Good times and bad times
Ringing like wind chimes
These are the stories we tell late at night
While the campfire is burning
Slow stubborn learning
Always becoming a part of the light
Hearts, eyes, and wings
Were gradual things
Every spring brings something new
Eternally guessing
Knowing and yessing
Always becoming – that’s what we do
Always becoming
Rolling and running
We’re to and from-ing and round back again
Grinding and grooving
Everything’s moving
Always becoming not just what we’ve been
© 2022 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Pedernales Riversongs (BMI)
