I heard that you went off your medication,
and like a sweater that begins to fray,
you’re looser at the seams, walk around in dreams
and you’ve been in the hospital since May..
now you’ve got friends, but you don’t want to see them,
you say it’s something you just have to do,
‘cause they’ve been telling lies, and some of them are spies, well
how are they supposed to care for you?..
and I know you did not ask for this affliction,
like you did not ask to be locked in a room,
I know you like to ride to the other side,
I only hope your horses come back soon..
and now that girl who loves you like a clear day
has moved back with her folks in Idaho,
she couldn’t bear to see you talking to the TV,
she did not stick around to watch that show..
and there’s doctors trying different combinations
of drugs they hope might simplify your mind,
and I don’t know what’s left, or where to find the rest,
but I’d like to hear your songs again sometime..
and I know you did not ask for this affliction,
like you did not ask to be locked in a room,
I know you like to ride to the other side,
I only hope your horses come back soon…
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