changing in the car
walking backwards, leaving elaine in the field alone
seeking out the words
while the witch in wichita falls...
the one whose little path would make me sad
weary, weary traveler
let the song drown out all your sorrows
let the breeze bring chills
let the dappled green sun flow
climb the fence, books and pens
take a look at the sky just before you die
within the darkest wood, elaine still waits
in the field alone

seeking out the words
while the witch in wichita falls...
the one whose little path would make me sad
weary, weary traveler
let the song drown out all your sorrows
let the breeze bring chills
let the dappled green sun flow
climb the fence, books and pens
take a look at the sky just before you die
within the darkest wood, elaine still waits
in the field alone