So many things fall like lumber
what am I to do
I forget, for-go the rainy slumber

I'm branching, reaching,
falling

It's all home in Michigan
back to the woods
Not room enough for one more sin

You're moving, screaming
dying

You want me to bring you down
"I need to see what's there"
Somewhere deep beneath the ground.

We're sitting, silent,
mourning

Left it all on the record player
Can't believe it's been a year
Wish you'd left a second prayer
It dried out within sincere

Many things do fall like lumber
what am I to do
I forget, for-go the rainy slumber

I'm branching

reaching

falling