Wayside

It all got away from you

The claim it had occurred

Could even shame the word

Sacred or True

Who got off?

They got good aim

And I got soft, y'all

Or so it seems

But all the same

You get a name for

What you do

It leaves no blood at all

In the vein, the better to

Feed the line in, pony up the violence

Yet to pay its due

And I came to hang by the wayside

And fear no abandoning

The maddening gaze

Of the jejune notwithstanding

Inured in part, the rite of spring

Conceding my heart, I bought a ring

And I am the fool now

If I am anything

My psalm of mourning

The bloodstains had borne the early warning

A legerdemain for any so prone

May never know again

Now me and all the other twigs

Aforesaid time decrying

We will dig out of the hell we've fallen in again

And then arising, testifying

You could read into it but not deny

The rules of engagement had not applied

As soon as you waded in

To mollify the danger

And here I hang by the wayside

Gladly the man ordained

The dark red reign

Long weathered was not in vain

And I'm fine to hang by the wayside

And I am fine to hang here

And I am fine, I will hang by the wayside

And I am quite fine

And I will just hang right here

So fine here hey

It's so fine here hey