You do not understand the things that I say
Because I simply don’t just say them straight
I give stories that, in my mind make
All questions fade away
Perhaps I should know better than to head this way
From the path you’ve chosen and molded
But from this route, we’ve had some fun
We’ve fooled ourselves by some
That’s ok because the trees still shake
They weave and bend in the wind
So then will the chance we’ve had
As all things will come and go again
This still does not make the wrong been done
Any easier on my mind
It doesn’t let me walk straight home
It keeps me tarrying along the gallows end
Not just yet at any rate, anyhow