How could one ever think anything's permanent? How can you sleep when I'm going away? I haven't a reason left in my head To not go away Haven't you heard I've a new invitation To give to a woman who sits and who works Whose father does not ever not let her have Something she wants When will you work and when will you struggle To die in a day and rescend your own fate? Cause I haven't the time nor have I the need To sit here and wait It took her in when it just didn't want to When she came to the house and she sat in the yard And she whistled and stared at the day make its way It was found to be hard It was hard to know you were the only lover But that you would test it so carelessly That you would ruin me if I would not have you This is your way