I've been out walkingnThe soil damp from rainnMade me think of you ben godsonnYour flowers and your hensnI imagine we were talkingnIn summer in the yardnWith this dreaming I kept walkingnThrough the evenings endnI was unaware of darknessnAnd unaware of signsnI was unaware of lonelinessnStartled from a noisennI woke to my surroundingsnAnd saw a man in front of mennI turned and slowly walked awaynI knew we were the only ones herenNot one car passed us on the streetnI ran and ran but soon fell weaknnOh, what will come of me, fathernI was already a liarnNow i’m done for sure, it seemsnnI am transformed intonRain and dirt and weeds and leavesnnI am destroyed and stillnWalking to the place again