Yeah well I got a stick and a bed in the rye
Give me the chance I’ll be there by your side
Oh, it’s a long cold country with nobody home
Yeah if you want to face it you can face it alone or with me
Yeah but if you don’t watch me closely I'll flee to the woods
Leave a gap in your heart where a boy once stood
Well cut it off and still it grows
Back in all the places you don’t want it show the most



Well if you’re still having trouble, go call up your priest
Tell him there’s a fella here giving you grief
It’s a lanky ole loner on the outskirts of town
Telling you lies, wearing you down
Yeah but if he can’t help you go call up the judge
Tell him you’re afraid that you’re falling in love
But there’s nowhere to go but down from here
So come along baby you got nothing to fear



Well you know that I forgot her
Moment that I saw her
Scream and shout and wake the silent mountains but
It’s perfect at large, perfect at large, perfect at large with nothing to do
When no-one at all, no-one at all, no-one at all is searchin for you
*RIFF*

WHAAAA!
Yeah, oooooh