Over the hill, running out of
Time when I need it the most
Waiting until evening when the train passes
By
I wonder where I'd be without my words
I never meant to be a hateful man
Lover, lover
Lover

When I was young
Round age of three
I took a stick and buried it under the ground
At six years old
In the playground
I took an apple from the tree
As all the children laughed at me
I threw it far as I could see
Lover
Lover
Lover
As I wandered in the grass
Lover
While the kids would groan and laugh
Lover
Where's the explanation at
Lover
Where's the explanation

Lover
As I wandered in the grass
Lover
While the kids would groan and laugh
Lover
Where's the explanation at
Lover
Where's the explanation