[ Featuring Neighbor ]
Arrange your plan to win
Too good for me, amen
She sits upon a desk, not I
The blame is looking gray
Wishful thinking takes its toll, Was it worth your time?
Back home she makes amends, he cried, then left again
Black ink, that always traced his name, would never write again
Yearning will take its toll, but she was worth my time
Oh, oh, oh
Back home it takes its toll
I yearn, but not for gold
She sits, a seed in I
Back home it takes its toll
