ShUDderS Of GrEEn

 

 

You take the high road,

And she'll take the low road,

And I'll take the shorter,

More direct, over the edge road.

 

The ends are all the same;

The vultures call us game.

Our bodies are all taken

By the wind, the fire, and rain.

 

So you can take your load,

And she can bear her load,

And I'll throw mine over the edge.