Now suspicion grows I can't turn my back
I can't live like that anymore
So you're branching out trying something new
What am I to do I'll figure out

Oh, can I be the only person who gets no fruit off the tree
Who could live with me in high fidelity?

As the times they change I get left behind
Losing all my mind I'll figure out
And as I tumble down to the depths below
There's no flowers growing there I'll dig it out