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 hope go, it's a crutch   let this just be new   you've seen the way she cries      let old aching be dust (b flat)   little sage (a) around new doors (e flat)   oh, there I am, there I am!      this my little relief