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