Saturn's Fields

We pack our bags, we board the train
For a tour of Saturn’s fields
And we don’t know what lies ahead
With seeds of promise safe in our heads
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain
You make me cry, you make me wait
I never was a patient child
But just in time, I slow and sway
The sun comes like a thief in the night
And everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain
Maybe you can slow me down
So small a thing
So great the sound
The cherry trees, a diamond ring
My heart it bends like rivers wild
To make more room for every change
Oh, I never was a patient child
But everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
Everything is rearranged
There is no map
No wise word to explain
We pack our bags, we board the train
For a tour of Saturn’s fields