Countless days in times of woe

Heady haze and bits of splendor 

Conscious maybe yet half asleep 

Wondering when the nice times leave 

They were always at my side 

Bearing time and place as well 

And inability like a plague 

Covers my constant grave 

Useless is the name I had 

How do I write that epitaph? 

Standing over granite stones 

Laid in a row in the grass near the pond 

Flowers floating in the breeze 

You told me “Hey come along now” 

But I was a boy yet hardly growing 

So times have changed and so have I 

I'm all of him and plenty more 

I could tell you where your lips should be 

And when your fingertips lightly on me 

And would I know on a purple rug 

Such dreams of moving you away 

And your happiness and you were content 

But this money tree 

Needs to roots to hoe 

And I've got so many baskets to make 

And so much metal to fore 

And these decisions to snatch and throw 

Can I snare you along the way? 

Can we ride in the black car 

To the granite house with an iron fence