If you were here, you know
I'd just have to steer you so,
cause since our last passing
I whence cause there's no more racing
to meet you down the road.
But OH! how it made my day
okay, wavin at such a sweet heart.
I know you're smart and you didn't mean
to offer up a friend-ship, just to shit it in a cart
left abandon by the bus station.
Reasons, I hope you reveal cause still
I'm piecin' it together, to figure out
whether or not your words were just brought on
by a feather, to board and fly away.
But I swear, my soul ain't
sordid just sorta twisted.
I'll be at bay and won't say
another word...
