Rest assured, I loved that town with all that I am, but I couldn’t stay for fear I’d become less of a man. That closet we used to live in is missed, but I love how the rays shine through the branches and warm your lips before they’re kissed. And oh I hate to leave you alone, oh we can stay in for days when I get home. Oh I know you hate to see me go. Sometimes I feel I’m farming on my own. We painted that bookshelf made of particleboard. You fell asleep, I got drunk, spilled burnt-orange on the floor. God didn’t see me with the blinds of the windows closed, but out here, out here everyone sees, everyone knows. And oh I hate to leave you alone, oh we can stay in for days when I get home. Oh I know you hate to see me go. Now you’ve got your own seeds to sow. And oh I hate to leave you alone, oh we can stay in for days when I get home. Oh I know you hate to see me go. We’ve both got crops that need attention to grow.