How many hatchet strokes have scarred
This broken fencepost
Leans out of the yard
Curious, and heaves a little sigh of relief
You found your way back

Limping barefoot down the lane
Birds and crickets sing your name
Way up there in the trees
A pair of shoes are swinging in the breeze
Where last you found them
I thought I wouldn't need them
I was leaving

As suddenly as you were seized
With all these terrible ideas

Can't fall asleep
Under the stars
Without the passing cars
Driving you inside
Or driving you away

Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?
Oh I don't think so
I miss you too much

Unfurl a bed of chicken wire
Drag it over where the grass has grown up higher
And the wildflowers you used to tend with a loving hand
Now here they bend
All tangled up and overgrown
Couldn't make it on their own
Tangled up and overgrown
They couldn't make it on their own

Can't fall asleep
Under the stars
Wherever you are
Is gonna be too far away from me

Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?
Oh I don't think so
I'd miss you too much
Is solitude indeed the cure
For loneliness?