Wrong. You never got it wrong. You always got it right. But now some time has passed;. You're ever so slightly off. Things you could do asleep. In a not too distant past. Are trying your patience. Harder now. And though. Everything moves along. You hope that the rumour's wrong. That Mother Nature. Goes to Heaven. Right. You never got it right. It always got away. When you had it nailed. It was ever so slightly off. Sending you somewhere else. Than where you had to be. Making it back is much. Harder now. And though. You're struggling to get on track. It pales somewhat to the fact. That Mother Nature. Goes to Heaven. And there will be no sadder day. When all the birds. Have flown away. I'm trying your patience harder now. And though. Everything moves along. You hope that the rumour's wrong. That Mother Nature. Goes to Heaven. Mother Nature. Goes to Heaven