I sway and think ‘bout her lonely All creature’s dumb And I talk to the light Nice days, their cry I can see nothing but her No way to tell Someone sings Nice days, their cry I can see nothing but her No way to tell Someone sings along in two I sway and think ‘bout her lonely All creature’s dumb And I walk to the signs I never feel All the things in falling Neglect to keep ‘em in my mind All across the flavor Then she, in red, off her shoes Rest in peace, and flown