Man, I was high, stepping out on goodbyes unspoken, And,

Once in a while, I'd stumble out into the open. True, I

Wasn't all I thought I'd be given

Some of the timing and none of it showing, torn from the

Blinds, All I thought, was 'How can I find it?'. Small

Stops and fills have led to such a take-down and (mention

Close enough to shine) far and few were

Burned at the pouring, but, just can't forget it back

Where it's cone from. and never intended, a meadow rise

To spend all of your time with.