Seventy Four

Paraded all the while, when you hit the trail, you ride that lonely mile, in your bones, you don't need a stay, to find yourself alone, you left her there to die, to find the holy grail, said studying at the time, can you atone, when love forever fails, and shame marks your tome, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, you can't worry about style, drink wine from a jeraboam, nurse some desolate mail, throw stones at her ghost, what it means to cry, always finds you this way, you're not going to lie, it is worse than jail.