in a way it broke my spine.   before that i was doing fine.   now i feel low as six feet down.   could i be the one you're looking for.      buried alive all the time.   but the doctor said i'm fine.      must be a problem with my mind.    can doctors help me with the life i want?      better drink between the pines.   lay awake near the railway lines.   dance a jig among the blind.      and speak no ill words anymore.   this is the song of our intwine.   where we were doing fine.      and i need a rowboat   to cross the lake that keeps us in divide