take yourself down to the field   count your hours till 3   all you've left is all you love   all you'll never be      bring yourself down to the stream   wash away what's on    don't go down to where you live   till everything's been sown      do not see what's in a look   your eyes locked inside   told everyone you've disappeared   seen your face at night      if we put our oar in boat   then we'll do ok   cast ourselves as bitter love   from a lonesome day         take yourself away from here   tell the dunn where you been   all you've left   all you've loved    all you'll never be   all you'll never be