Ring out about no place in mind
Sun is sunk, the moon is mending
Begin again, the echo’s ending rolls on
And when you’re picking up the change
You see it ain’t so strange
Around and down the site and skirt the edge
Don’t laugh now, those days are done for
All right, all wrong, all when, all won, for nothing
The street, the end of all those days, the light
My own way out, the woods behind
The air is dense enough to bind, it’s something