There's a rabbit in the garden that's keeping it all in place
I held the truth in my arms
And a wife and my children to wait on with open
You're too old to be chasing your gold
To be carrying on this way
When you're so close to god
When the winter falls to cold to touch
Won't you hide in my armory, harmony
'Cause all that wanted, all that I needed
All that I wanted, was to be
And all that I wanted, all that I needed
All that I wanted, was to be alone