This is the first day the flowers wilt and fold. Nothing reverses, aridity takes hold. The call coulda been answered, the wall woulda been questioned, the fall shoulda been prevented, But it is what it is. This is the first day our friend is free from pain, voyaging on, while the rest of us remain. The call coulda been answered, the wall woulda been questioned, the fall shoulda been prevented, But it is what it is.

 

The Antlers, It Is What It Is