The Last Grand Fallible Plan

Get up and go from here

Far as can be

Get up and go from here

Watch how the garden falls

How I crawl

Back to the ground

For the last grand fallible plan never made a stand

For our last most valuable friends have fled this land

And the laugh's on you

And the laugh's on me

And we're left with our blue blue souls

Air is foul

Bitter taste in my mouth

Still I live here

Chiming bells

In the air they're resounding

Like hope is near

My crumbling will is gone

My aimless feet

I return to my hiding hole

Should I just grow old here?

Deal with the fear

Stay in my hole

Do as I'm told.