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?