From the recording True Love
Lyrics
The glass on the table, a clear-coloured blue
The flesh of the body, the taste of the fruit
The passing of centuries, the sun and the moon
The dirt in the valleys the wind howls right through
Country forever, forever a tool
Limping in circles defending your truth
Idiot wisdom long in the tooth
Regret on your deathbed, a lone pile of soot
It’s not complicated
But I don’t understand