Fall back to honey
Fall back fall back to gin
Fall back to sideways woman
And wash it in
All my tears
All my my tears that don't fall
And soon the clocks will fade out
And soon the time will crawl
Back home with the night time coming
Back home in time
Back home with an hour to spare
Lord knows it's mine
Made for me
Made for a weary man
The last for the ages
The last grain of sand
Dead trees are taller than live ones
Dead trees all around
Dead trees make way for new ones
They fall with sound
Fall with sound
They fall on to ready ground
Soon they sink the surface
Soon they are allowed