Original lyrics
ENOh, I've been circled,
By all these hurdles.
I have in mind a plan designed to get away from all these dangers,
But now it's weird that I've got here and found myself makin' it with a
Stranger.
Trying to show you better,
It's not always a letter.
Oh, I climb quickly,
If you weren't so sickly.
Takin' all your time just to try to get better,
Still the second verse doesn't mean I've written you a letter.
Slower than a snail,
Better in the mail,
Gone to get you snail
Thirteen cents to mail,
And with the children ridin' on the dawn,
And with the backs all broken, I am on.
