Go your way,

I'll take the long way 'round,

I'll find my own way down,

As I should.

And hold your gates

As croak in the midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you'll find loss

And you'll fear what you found

When weather comes

Tear him down

There'll be oats in the water

There'll be birds on the ground

There'll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now

Go your way,

I'll take the long way 'round,

I'll find my own way down,

As I should.

And hold your gates

As croak in the midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you'll find loss

And you'll fear what you found

When weather comes

Tear him down

There'll be oats in the water

There'll be birds on the ground

There'll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now