(One, two, three)
Got my summer off
I cleared my account
My money doesn't mean what it used to
My youth doesn't mean what it used to
My faith doesn't mean what it used to
You can stay alone; I'll see myself out
A quarter past, got a lot on my plate
The stations they pass
I came from Swiss Woods
From greenery and trodden ground
The same, I had at home
There I was not alone
I know of true quiet now
It was a place I could never own
Why do I stress when I have to sit still
I should be still more
I should be chill more
I should see God more
I could be dealt more
But haves and have-nots are the kiln to the till
And I refrain
Inwards I step, I refrain from Swiss Woods
The only place I could sit down
The same I had at home
There I was not alone
My thoughts vibrant, a silent mound
It felt engraved into my bones
