Ophelia

Is this really the case, to ask for reasons why, a place holds such shame, glazed by loss and show, he beats out his time, he's nowhere else to go, soaked on a distant train, desolate in his cry, he drinks whiskey straight, what I need to know, no longer tests the why, is he still my Romeo, when he jumps bail, boxcar irons safe to ride, he says we can’t fail, his lips won’t go, near this sweethearts lies, witness hie furrows, no easy way to fake, the way I turn aside, he'll love me to his grave, eyes open wide.