I woke up one morning
All my fingers rotting
I woke up a dying man
Without a chance
I came to your window
Threw a stone and waited
At the door a stranger stood
The stranger's voice said nothing good
I turned to walk the frozen ground
Alone
All the way home
Wide-eyed walker
Do not wander
Do not wander
Through the dawn
Both my eyes are fading
No light in the evening
Planted like a seed in sand
And drowned in rain
Watch you for an hour
He kept you beneath him
He kept you on lock and key
He paid the wage you sent to me
And waste the day so idly
Alone
All the way home
Wide-eyed walker
Do not wander
Do not wander
Through the dawn
Gorgeous words of Fleet Foxes. Reminds me of July. And yet it's so September topical.