I am done. I am gone. I am digging a hole out in the lawn to bury all the books that I used to read for fun,
and the curses that I threw at the sun when I was young
I have done all I can. I will pray for you tomorrow. In the soft golden glow of the Autumn’s setting sun I can feel you.
If the stars would align for you, and the angels took your side, I wonder could you be...yeah, I wonder could you ever really be satisfied?