Like the flies I miss the scent and the chase The sweet smell of fruit trees so I wait here on the bend When the doves are released I'm in the weeds and I can't see your green grass so I wait here on the bend Bride mine she saunters through unharmed but very unkept They whistle in her ears the years she's scored To charm her way to find a home the love she keeps tonight won't give her peace but that's alright Let's discuss all the needs of the sick sick girls could you name them please Too long to list I'm on the road of picture maps no picket fence and no white dress It's the only way to keep me day dreaming to tune the part that'll ring them dead I feel I can save my life You say I'm wrong but that's alright It's the bend that takes so long to be free