(One, two, three) Got my summer off I cleared my account My money doesn't mean what it used to My youth doesn't mean what it used to My faith doesn't mean what it used to You can stay alone; I'll see myself out A quarter past, got a lot on my plate The stations they pass I came from Swiss Woods From greenery and trodden ground The same, I had at home There I was not alone I know of true quiet now It was a place I could never own Why do I stress when I have to sit still I should be still more I should be chill more I should see God more I could be dealt more But haves and have-nots are the kiln to the till And I refrain Inwards I step, I refrain from Swiss Woods The only place I could sit down The same I had at home There I was not alone My thoughts vibrant, a silent mound It felt engraved into my bones