Got my summer off, I cleared my account
My money doesn't mean what it used to

My youth doesn’t mean what it used to
My faith doesn't mean what it used to

You can stay alone; I'll see myself out
A quarter past, got a lot on my plate
The stations they pass...

I came from Swiss Woods
From greenery and trodden ground
The same I had at home
There I was not alone
I know of true quiet now
It was a place I couldn't own

Why do I stress when I have to sit still
I should be still more
I should be chill more
I should seek god more
I could be dealt more

But haves and have nots aren't a kiln to the till
And I refrain
Inwards I step, I refrain from Swiss Woods
The only place I could sit down
The same I did at home
There I was not alone
My thoughts vibrant, a silent mound
It felt engraved into my bones