Dear Emily, I don't think I believe in you anymore
It's a mystery but what I'm seeing I haven't seen before

And with these tears exude the last of my restraint
Cover your eyes

She said run
But I'm not running, no I'm not running
Let 'em come let' em come
But I'm not running, no I ain't running no more

So you're asking me to deceive the truth as before
But if it hasn't occurred to you yet, this could be the past, the past no more

And if these tears should prove the last of my escape
Cover your eyes

The trees have all begun the dance, elated by a second chance
But when a windmill blows it's not hooked up to anything except the breeze