some day i'll toss all your presents and bury the letters left unsent cause it's bad to do what's easy just cause it's easy i wanna do what pleases me but i can't
the road she'd roll round the side of the mountain with nowhere to go but the heart we know when it's lovin it's leanin toward being alone
some day i'll find the mind to mend it and make dry these eyes i've gotten wet cause it's bad to do what's easy just cause it's easy i wanna do what pleases me but i can't
the crow he's mow half the grass on the knoll with nowhere to go but the heart we know when it's needin it's careenin toward being alone
and the oats we sow they could seed on forever with nowhere to grow but the heart we know when it's asking its exact twin it will not be alone
