fold up clothes and pack away   I'm finally here it's all too much   I'm a brick of salt and aging well   there's a wish for holding hands   foster please peace understand   crow up the debt and cradle   make the deal and move through this   what you steal is what will fit   I don't want this to be hard   You don't want to   Let some kind saint hold you   It's not love now, I'm just through   let's hope go, it's a crutch   let this just be new   you've seen the way she cries   let old achind be dust   little sage around new doors   oh, there i am, there I am!   this my little relief