Lyrics

Well you ran away to meet some good intentions A suit, a tie, a shovel and a pail I know that you'll feel sorry for yourself But I'm sorry for those ships that can't set sail Well you have been invited to your own pathetic fall And the trees here stand and grow but they'll never be as tall as They were Before a spiteful spirit ran home Well you ran away to find a hidden purpose Did that work out the way you hope it did? I'm sure that one day you'll figure it out I'll wait it out, a house fire freshly lit Well you have been invited to your own pathetic fall And the trees here can still grow but they'll never be as tall as they were Before a spiteful spirit ran home