Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is an echo silent song
I didn't understand
Image and a light as the morning nears
You don't say a single word of your last two years
Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier
I didn't understand, oh
See your wringing hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight
All the evidence of your ________
My brother you were born
And you will try to do what you did before
Pull the wool over your eyes
Put a week or more
Let your family take you back to your original ____
There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can say
I can say
Writer(s): Robin Pecknold
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