In the pouring light, singing songs of my delight.
Remembering times come to pass, a display in the blue grass.
Parting ways with my day, nothing left to say.
Otherwise, I'd be dead, how else will they be fed?
One charm and left too soon, under the bright red moon.
Heres lies my debt, conjuring what I had met.
Things don't seem as fair, sit down in a woven green chair.
I forget what I lost, but I know that they already crossed.
Lied to me, why couldn't you leave me be?
I never loved you, So I threw my other shoe.
Into the river where I died. Where I lay.