These are the thoughts that keep me up at night I sleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes Fern Dell, Fern Dell I thought I knew you well Follow the kicks and punches with the rest Rearranged the furniture, hoping it would make more sense But it didn't make a difference, it only made a bigger mess Fern Dell, Fern Dell I thought I knew you well Here comes Malone fresh in from the cure Slaughtered the sheep lined up on my windowsill Something's gotta hold on me Regrettably you never will Fern Dell, Fern Dell Oh, Fern Dell, Fern Dell I thought I knew you well