fold up clothes and pack away
I'm finally here it's all too much
I'm a brick of salt and aging well

there's a wish for holding hands
foster please peace understand
crow up the debt and cradle

make the deal and move through this
what you steal is what will fit
I don't want this to be hard
You don't want to

Let some kind saint hold you
It's not love now I'm just through
let hope go, it's a crutch
let this just be new
you've seen the way she cries

let old aching be dust (b flat)
little sage (a) around new doors (e flat)
oh, there I am, there I am!

this my little relief