Oh, I've been circled, By all these hurdles. I have in mind a plan designed to get away from all these dangers, But now it's weird that I've got here and found myself makin' it with a Stranger. Trying to show you better, It's not always a letter.
Oh, I climb quickly, If you weren't so sickly. Takin' all your time just to try to get better, Still the second verse doesn't mean I've written you a letter.
Slower than a snail, Better in the mail, Gone to get you snail Thirteen cents to mail,
And with the children ridin' on the dawn, And with the backs all broken, I am on.
