Lyrics

I take no comfort from
The point you've been hammering on
The deed was lost
and now its done

This pill is hard to swallow
Tastes just like pain and sorrow
And we'll be leaving here tomorrow

Just a little more left to do
Sweep the porch and we are through
This old house has seen decades of
Sunny days,
Forts of Hay,
Mother May
And one mistake,
one sad mistake

You worked hard to pay the rent
Now somehow we owe more than was lent
Little rules that someone, somewhere bent
Now I believe in the trinity
And this hard rain pouring down on me
And nothing, 
nothing is the way it seems

Well be back
Just you wait and see
Hike up the swing
In the old oak tree
That old oak tree

Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright 2012 New Orphan Music