And so it goes on my front
You are becoming a man
The sun is shining through my wounds
The sun is shining through my wounds
And I count to tree
And I want to dissapear
I better indeed
In the Oklahome skies

And so it goes on my front
You are growing into a man
The wind is blowing away my pain
The sun is shining through our gate
And I count to tree
And I want to dissapear
I better indeed
In the Oklahome skies

I tried 
Tried to forget
I called it
Called it
You tried
Tried to forget
What's lost is found 
What's lost is found 
I count to tree
And I want to dissapear
I better indeed
Oh and I count to tree
I better indeed
In the Oklahome skies