It's been 4 days since my baby took his car and left me.
left me for the sound of silence,
the touch of trees.
for the smell of nature,
the flying wind.

He left me in a material city,
work to leave and live to die.
you know I'll pay my best money, so my baby get back in his
red red car.

The man who touched my truth and hold my whisper
finally left me on my own.
just how it should be,
collecting bone to bone.