I walked a country milennow I am alonenseeds of love have turnedninto weeds overgrownnand this parachute that heldnheart strings taught and strongnhave torn beyond repairnthe surgeon's been and gonenlike you he's been and gonennand I must admit this tragic endingnsounds kind of appealingneven though I'm alonenand I must admit this prescriptions workingnthe sweet thought of sleepingneven though its aloneneven though its alone