From The Catbird Seat

Go your way,
 I'll take the long way 'round,
 I'll find my own way down,
 As I should.
 And hold your gaze
 There's coke in the Midas touch
 A joke in the way that we rust,
 And breathe again.
 And you'll find loss
 And you'll fear what you found
 When weather comes
 Tearing down
 There'll be oats in the water
 There'll be birds on the ground
 There'll be things you never asked her
 Oh how they tear at you now
 Go your way,
 I'll take the long way 'round,
 I'll find my own way down,
 As I should.
 And hold your gaze
 There's coke in the Midas touch
 A joke in the way that we rust,
 And breathe again.
 And you'll find loss
 And you'll fear what you found
 When weather comes
 Tearing down
 There'll be oats in the water
 There'll be birds on the ground
 There'll be things you never asked her
 Oh how they tear at you now