From the tree the fields look (?) and lifeless to my eye
Next time I think I'll fly
Turn us to the western lands
Where destiny awaits where
At the bar, I see a girl
I know I've seen before
She's staring at the floor
She reminds me of our love
I miss the times we've had
Before it all went bad
Drifting slowly down the line
Searching for someplace up high
When I reach that seaside town
I hope I don't come home or cross this mess of trail
Love and loss (?)
A maiden made of gold
Drifting slowly down the tide
Back to town of my cloud
I hope to god I don't come back
Across this mess of track