Go your way,
I´ll take the long way ´round,
I´ll find my own way down,
As I should.

And hold your gates
As croak in the midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.

And you´ll find loss
And you´ll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down

There´ll be oats in the water
There´ll be birds on the ground
There´ll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now

Go your way,
I´ll take the long way ´round,
I´ll find my own way down,
As I should.

And hold your gates
As croak in the midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.

And you´ll find loss
And you´ll fear what you found
When weather comes
Tear him down

There´ll be oats in the water
There´ll be birds on the ground
There´ll be things you never asked her
Oh how they tear at you now