One, two, three Orange leaves in a pile under the tree Where a glow is hanging over Where a glow is hanging over All I see, and all I don't Cast a net into the picture Fish a momentary river Of timeless times in endless spaces Outside the lines and databases Some good finds, some cold cases The fruit of the vine in gold traces Orange leaves in a pile under the tree Where a breeze is tripping over A breeze is tripping over All I know, plus all I don't Lying peaceful at the center Every piece is stacked together The lucky breaks and second chances Rookie mistakes and major league advances The tiny flakes and avalanches The air that shakes the gold branches Orange leaves in a pile under the sea Where a glow is hanging over And a glow is hanging over all I see