The fields over grew their masters
and their masters fought faster
to avoid disaster
they held their chatter
and wrote a chapter
about the time spent, wasted
on lost hopes
and misplaced plans

I called all my friends
and gave my demands
as they shook their head in regret
in shame and upset
but i wont regret
the secrets that i keep

sleep
and sleep
and sleep
and sink slowly to the fault
give the blood you lived without
give the dreams
that were your humor
and stories
give the hands that are to swim
give those toes
so when you get there
and it shows....
they wont know
just give it a go