Earliest days, in calm and misty dawnnI can reach so far above my head with my height.nAnd I feel fit for fight,nWith my pace I break out the light,nAnd the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by.nnBut, so far beyond my pace,nI watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside.nAnd don’t ever call againnI want seven undone days.nA revolt of my force inside.nnThoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palmnas I open my lover’s eyes to see if they still shine.nThough I feel fit for fight,nand my pace can break out the light,nI need more to make me feel all right.