This is just me and my guitar having a play date in the woods.
someday I'll find the mind to mend it
and make dry these eyes i've gotten wet.
cause it's bad to do what's easy just cause it's easy
i wanna do what pleases me but i can't.
the crow, he'd mow half the grass on the knoll
with nowhere to go
but the heart, we know,
when it's lovin it's leanin toward bein alone.
- Oats We Sow, Gregory and the Hawk