Bluster and Clatter

All of these promises
Can turn into lies untold with a waver of the wind
But i can tell them just as well as you're absolved of sin

All of the seed you plow
Is lost to the storms of time with a bending of the brow
So there's nothing to extrapolate, or do, my friend, but wait

There comes a time and place
To make yourself a livelihood that's as pretty as your face
But plan too long, and i'll be gone of you without a trace