The Shed

In a shed by the road where the marshes run low

And the wild willow knows your name

And where all acquaintances must forgo

For the sake of staying sane

I have come not to plead or to reason with you

But to mend what was left by the tide

Yet I see in your eyes that you've said your goodbyes

And trust me to wield the knife

Weep willow weep for the morning sun

And for those left behind in the dawn

Oh a treasonous path must be taken by those

Who brave the marshes alone

And the sower hose bristles with poisonous brine

As she lie where you left her to sleep

And I set the table with cloth and wine

But we know you're not here for the meat

Behind the veil is your pride and joy

Wrapped in yesterday's news

The final piece in your fantastic ploy to rob this world of her muse

Weep willow weep for the morning sun

And for those left behind in the dawn

Oh a treasonous path must be taken by those

Who brave the marshes alone

In that shed by the road where I used to play

Beneath your watchful eyes

In that shed in that shed where the marshes run low

You trust me to wield the knife