You’ve made your decision
Now get up and leave
The familiar sting of the woodcutter’s swing to the tree

I’ll fall in the forest
To elbows and knees
And it won’t make a sound
since there’s no one around here to see

I was prepared to love you
and never expect anything of you

If the spirit has left you baby
don’t lie to yourself
Put them old records on
and admit that it’s gone somewhere else