Anya Four

Once I knew, when life is so short, it helps beat the Blues, in this summer night, when you don’t phone, the house gives no respite, no books or other dues, when you just go, a trail not well used, they know of your plight, who you fought, your cards are on fire, you're never that mule, when you are caught, others still rule, if there’s ever a sign, to parade overwrought, don’t let them step light, put a stop to it will you, don't have me condone, those you balloon, so far from home.