Johnson I did not know of what you spoke But got your faces all the same I thought of stealing baby's breath But stopped it when you came. The trouble, stress and all the fuss That I did leave with you A comfort absent for a while Have you missed me, too? An altercation possum-like Earned this broken leg An illness somehow creeping in Now all I want is rest. Now I am in magnolia And I am Indian paintbrush I am drunk with fishen smells Mouse and nip and such. And I have hidden acorn shells And I have dreamt of Ron I will dream of some new fowl Now that he is gone. Still I will limp among these fields Chasing grasshopper I have thought of brand new homes Knowing I'll return. I feel too young to die Feel too young to die Feel too young to die ...