I stand alone I am not listenin' Broken under the oak Waitin' for the world to fall For the pan to boil over In the quiet In the dark I struggle to make out your face I struggle to find your love In the dark I struggle ♪ Who will be my friend As the day comes to a close And the shadow chases the last fox Under the edge across the field? ♪ Clay pipes blow smoke into the dusk And grass hides in the wind Sheltered and snagged It breathes relieved Who will be my friend As the day comes to a close And the shadow chases the last fox Under the edge across the field?