Anya Four

The one of you I knew, when life is short, would rage against these Blues, in this consumer light, you leave without a phone, it doesn't make you wise, nothing gives a clue, no print or written tome, your trail is not well used, do they know your plight, or try to stop you go, with your cards so slight, you'll never be a mule, that works to others' tones, put a stop to rules, the one I think I knew, wouldn't let condone, all the stuff we do, so far away from home.