Casually Moves On

She led you to a place with water and seed, still you 
remain just a stride behind. It makes no sense your morning
 song, so she casually moves on. And you remain, you remain
 a stride behind. The forest is old for all to behold. Life
 just a dot in the scope of time. A minute could be ten 
thousand years, all depends how you time your days. And you
 remain, you remain a stride behind. Fade in, fade out or 
fade away, like the desert radio. Stretches of highway with
 no one on them. I am no one on them. And you remain, you 
remain a stride behind. Casually moves on. Casually moves 
on.