Got myself a lawyer On the way back from the woods Where I burried you, I burried you Woods where damp and misty I still smell your scent upon My fingertips, my fingertips Leaves are awfully quiet And they are listining Hearing everyone of your thougts And then when the wind blows They whisper all your secrets To every soul that cares to listen, to listen You've gone under Scattered by the wind it will foresake me It wil hit the ground When there's no way back Dirt will take you down and far away from me It's where you belong Where you belong.