The morning we drove away from my home
Away, from the woods and the moss
Of my time
Oh good times
We stopped on the way
By the highway near the water
You laid on the grass and I
Laid on the grass that you bent
I understood by looking at that old and blue
Willow tree, that must of my delusions
Comes from a lack of self-salvation
I understood, those cold and dark water
Mirrors most of my emotions
Then I stopped to look at you
You looked at me
I understood
That all is good