Made me think of you ben godson Your flowers and your hens I imagine we were talking With this dreaming I kept walking I was unaware of darkness I was unaware of loneliness
I woke to my surroundings And saw a man in front of me
I turned and slowly walked away I knew we were the only ones here Not one car passed us on the street I ran and ran but soon fell weak
Oh, what will come of me, father Now i'm done for sure, it seems
Rain and dirt and weeds and leaves
Walking to the place again