Swiss Woods

(One, two, three)
 Got my summer off
 I cleared my account
 My money doesn't mean what it used to
 My youth doesn't mean what it used to
 My faith doesn't mean what it used to
 You can stay alone; I'll see myself out
 A quarter past, got a lot on my plate
 The stations they pass
 I came from Swiss Woods
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 From greenery and trodden ground
 The same, I had at home
 There I was not alone
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 I know of true quiet now
 It was a place I could never own
 Why do I stress when I have to sit still
 I should be still more
 I should be chill more
 I should see God more
 I could be dealt more
 But haves and have-nots are the kiln to the till
 And I refrain
 Inwards I step, I refrain from Swiss Woods
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 The only place I could sit down
 The same I had at home
 There I was not alone
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 My thoughts vibrant, a silent mound
 It felt engraved into my bones