A head start on the frog On the deer and the dog The things we true were taught Loyal, torn from the heart It's now so soft underfoot We see more than we sleep If god could make me cry I would run along the water She won't come, I'll be gone She won't come, I'll be gone Play with it while you have hands A desperate lack of demands I can't offer a thing It's better than dying, so take it Scrap the outfit And hand me the keys to your car If I leave before it is light I will be around when you are She won't cum, I'll be gone She won't cum, I'll be gone