before you leave, listen please: how do we keep faith in company? before you leave, listen please: is it processioned heels of cavalry? listen, please, to wind and leave. we’ve got all the help you’ll need.
so let the meals you made me swallow free of alchemy. take the sweet, let the rest bear us through the bitterness. in leaner times I feared we couldn’t go any rise, any valley, wait out the echo. let the dust set the pace, to distant village’s strangest face.
it’s okay to be afraid in lean times, ask me. listen, please, let’s meet between places beyond shame.
I’ll give all the help you’ll need. I’ll always be your canopy.