I'm still eager to go to those parts full of wonder and good. Where I once used to grow, where it's seven verses up to heaven, all the way through one big, thick wood...

I'm in a mood for confessions,
To talk myself out to the end.
Maybe, pick up a bottle of vine,
And pay a visit to friends?

Here, friends, is all that I lived for!
Let your judgement be fair.
Don't turn away, I beg you.
Here's all my soul laid bare.

All of this heartache and worry---
It's too much for one man to stand.
What's happening here, inside me
I myself cannot understand.

Perhaps I'll withstand it safely
And not burn up in the flame,
And cheap my friend's...