Teksty: Horse Feathers. Heaven's No Place.

He has no time loneliness is a stinger in his mind. A mind with two hearts, each with two parts, all of which ache for a wife. He bears it in his chest heaven's no place for a lonely man to rest. With no children abreast, no peace to taste, happiness has no face. A bow with Methodist plans that fail him by day, became the father of the man. Who lives with no light, hid by the night, poisoned by hope with vacant eyes. He bears it in his chest heaven's no place for a lonely man to rest. Dear lonely man the reason you are stunned, you're born to a town that always eats it's young. And the more you love a lie it's coming true, your burning up your mind thinking it through. Take his name, Marie. Bear him a child and live quietly. The more she lives her life all alone. It's burning up her mind to make a home. With these hearts so loud their beating's heard. Like the wings of a trapped injured bird. The more we love a lie it's coming true. It's burning up our minds thinking it through. Dear lonely man the reason you are stunned, you're born to a town that always eats it's young. With a pious patience please wait for that wife. By winter's end you may come back to life.