I don't belong to anyone. My heart is heavy as an oil drum, I don't want to be alone. My heart is yellow as an ear of corn and I have torn my soul apart from pulling artlessly with fool commands. Some nights I just never go to sleep at all, and I stand shaking in the doorway like a sentinel, all alone, bracing like the bow upon a ship, and fully abandoning any thought of anywhere but home; my home. Sometimes I can almost feel the power and I do love you. Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour, only ever chiming out, "cuckoo, cuckoo"?
My heart, I wear you down I know. Gotta think straight, keep a clean plate, keep from wearing down. If I lose my heart, just where am I going to lay it? For it has half-ruined me, to be hanging around, here among the Daphne, blooming out the big brown. I am native to it, but I'm overgrown. I have choked my roots on the earth, as rich as roe, here down in California.