Though he's growing daily
Though his patience multiplies
The slightest thing still sets him off
And he throws it all away
For what good reason?
And I'm toiling in the undergrowth
Haunted by a friendly ghost
Wishing to be free of what I need
And yet despise the pain I feel more than I value what I got
And it seems so lonesome
Yet I caught a glimpse of what could be
For in giving self up I am free
Free to face the ruins of despair
Free to make a tragedy repair at my calling
I am tired of this road of bitterness (Though I know my table)
I can't meet your needs (is prepared for three??)
You can't meet my needs
How long can I go on wanting more?
Living in the road leading to your door
And I don't want to be here for a glimpse and then and then see none
If I value my mortality I've only just begun
To come free through this
strange and lovely destination come