Dreaming up this golden grain

But I'm falling from this shack

Talking sweet to the queen

Wishing I was riding with the jacks

Walking proud and lonesome now

Oh I'm yearning for the pack

But I'd never say " I love you, " dear

Just to hear you say it back

I've heard the road to every truth

It's just a cul-de-sac

There's ladies and the lions there

But you know it's just an act

You search the world for the milk of the pearl

She always takes it black

But you'll love her till it all goes dark

You'll love her even after that