Forget about the troubles of the day
And as the sky grows dark we'll strip down
Put our cheeks against the dirt down
And let the water wash away all lies
Sit upon the overlook then
I will kiss you on the lips now
Men long dead with presidents' names and
We will go down to the brook and
We will lay down on the ground and
A safe place to rest the night away
Listen to the water flow softly by
We will walk among the graves of
In the yard, behind the church where
Gray stones as the garden's growing dim
Butterflies and blackbirds perch on