I'm glad you got away, I just can't seem to leave I feel antagonizing, just this widow's peak I am my own canary, in my own mine of coal I get the strongest drink in the unstirred punch bowl I give myself no margin, but to the edge I've strayed The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today, oh The shadows move around me, all it would take to change Is a movement of myself to some other place I am a deep snow angel in the melted snow I put my hand on the plow, turned away from the row Now, I don't know the devil, but I know my own dismay The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today, oh I am a broken gambler, the house will always win Looking up to the sky, there's no sky within But maybe not to gamble is the greater wrong So I will be that villain, and that canary blonde The ground is warm and healthy, and so much time to play The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh