I'd like to go
To another place
Where the grapes won't rot
As they grow
I'd like to be
In the eve of spring
Where the Herds are free
From the Shepard's dog
The ghost will strike when you're right
The drugs won't kill him
The fall can't deter the truth
I used to be here
You used to be their
We couldn't just face it in the eye
Goodbye