In a way it broke my spine
Before that i was doing fine
Now i feel low as six feet down
Could i be the one you're looking for
Buried alive all the time
But the doctor said i'm fine
Must be a problem with my mind
Can doctors help me with the life i want?
Better drink between the pines
Lay awake near the railway lines
Dance a jig among the blind
And speak no ill words anymore
This is the song of our intwine
Where we were doing fine
And i need a rowboat
To cross the lake that keeps us in divide