let me burn through your trees honeybee, i believe
do me wrong do me right, i don't care, outta sight
but you don't let me know how you feel
i could care, i could cry bout a thorn in my side
no sweat on my back, no skin off my hide
but a heart will sail, don't wait up for long
work and toil your soil with spade
i bust my back to dig my own damn grave
but you don't let me know how you feel
don't wait up too alone too long