Don't Get Too Comfortable - The Sword

The gentle summer breeze

Becomes the chilling wind of fall

And nothing seems to last as long

As the wait for winter’s thaw

Time is a mortal’s master

Just a word to the wise

Don’t get too comfortable

It’ll cut you down a size

If nothing seems to go your way

No matter what you choose

You might think you shouldn’t press your luck

But what have you got to lose?

If you’re sleeping on the street

Or sitting high on a throne

Don’t get too comfortable

You might not be there long

The truth is hard to see, my friend

From where you choose to view

But just because you don’t want it to be

Doesn’t mean it isn’t true

From joy and happiness

To heartbreak and pain

Don’t get too comfortable

Nothing stays the same