Those Poor Bastards
Oh Henrietta
Gave her a locket with my grinning picture inside
Her eyes, they seemed to be looking for some place to hide
The moon was a bright, burning ball
And I felt so low
I told her all the things I never had told
Then we stood around for a hour the wind in our hair
She said "wherever you take me, don't take me there"
She pointed at a big black building she saw in a cloud
Distant thunder rumbled deep and loud
But all of those days have dried up
And blown away like lеaves in the wind
Oh Henriеtta, I don't think I should see you again
We tried so hard to somehow recapture the past
But deep down we both knew the cold truth
You can't
Down by the bridge, near the lake
Where the roots intertwined
Our hands in the mud, I swear we touched the divine
It's not where I wanted to go
But it was a start
Seemed there were always excuses to keep us apart
And then I just turned my back
And in all disappeared
The blood ,and the gore, and gray grew thick in my beard
But all of those days have dried up
And blown away like leaves in the wind
Oh Henrietta, I don't think I should see you again
Sometimes you go into places you should never go
How it all let up to this
I surely don't know
What we promised would not be
Have somehow become
Thought I could keep you forever beneath my thumb
For almost a year
We pretended that we were free
We hung like moss on a limb of a sycamore tree
So long I'm living to explore the ruins in my head
Nothing never mattered to us until it was dead
But all of those days have dried up
And blown away like leaves in the wind
Oh Henrietta, I don't think I should see you again
Yes, all of those days have dried up
And blown away like leaves in the wind
Oh Henrietta, I don't think I should see you again