Penniless & tired with your hair grown long   I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong   memory is a fickle siren's song I didn't understand      In the gentle light as the morning nears   You don't say a single word of the last two years   Where you were or when you reached the frontier   I didn't understand      See you rugged hands and a silver knife   Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight   All the evidence of your vagrant life   My brother you were gone      And you will try to do what you did before   Pull the wool over your eyes for a week or more   Let your family take you back to your original mind         >I got these from Robin himself so they are correct. Enjoy, it's a beautiful song< -Josh