Gold to Straw

I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen I'm turning a straw into gold and then back again When you used to be my friend Before you turned your back on me in the end I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you And I lay you to rest I put flowers on your chest, on your chest And it's happened again Pull a fast one on me And I've got to be dumb If it's always in fun I'm digging a hole with my hands six feet in the ground I'm chiseling this epitaph for a stone that I found Meet this friend indeed May he rest in peace and get on with I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing That's gone too long You were right, I was wrong, so wrong And it's happened again Pull a fast one on me And I've got to be dumb If it's always in fun But enough's enough Hold my breath while I pass While I pass you by And it's happened again Pull a fast one on me You can undo what you've done And it's always in fun If it happens again Pull a fast one on me Then I've got to be dumb And in more ways than one And it's always in fun And in more ways than one And it's always in fun And in more ways than one And it's always in fun And in more ways than one