I stand alone
I am not listenin'
Broken under the oak
Waitin' for the world to fall
For the pan to boil over
In the quiet
In the dark
I struggle to make out your face
I struggle to find your love
In the dark I struggle
Who will be my friend
As the day comes to a close
And the shadow chases the last fox
Under the edge across the field?
Clay pipes blow smoke into the dusk
And grass hides in the wind
Sheltered and snagged
It breathes relieved
Who will be my friend
As the day comes to a close
And the shadow chases the last fox
Under the edge across the field?
