She Always Takes It Black

Dreaming of that golden grain,
But I'm falling from this shack.
Talking sweet to the queen,
Wishing I was riding with the jacks.
Walking slow and lonesome now,
Oh I'm yearning for the pack.
But I'd never say "I love you" dear,
Just to hear you say it back.

I've heard the road to every truth,
It's just a cul-de-sac.
There's lions and there's ladies too,
But you know it's all an act.
You search the world for the milk of the pearl,
She'll always takes it black.
But you'll love her till it all goes dark,
You'll love her even after that.