cornered in the backyard
i am alone and scared
she is standing right in front of me
and i cant help but stare

grass grows long without care
and browns like her hair

fences, rusted out
help to keep it clean
tomorrow, borrow the farmer's dream

rest,
baby,
rest

rest,
honey,
rest

taken to the church
sitting in the back row
watching files and lines
tiles
and tines
friends of mine

i cant be there for you
i could never
this is not a merry go round
i'm not coming back

oh, tilt a whirl