Tried again to write honestly, Dressed in my father's modesty, but The jasmine in the leaves won't sing to me. Dig my toes down into the earth, Criticize, but for all it's worth, I Never really had Indian feet, no, no. A phone call home, a promise, a sigh Carrying currents off South Carolina, Thinking, "oh my god, what have I done?" Casually re-crossing the state, Humming along to audiotapes, but Oh the kids won't want to hum along, no, no. Patron saint's got a hand on the wheel, This dalliance is dragging its heels, I've Got an awful feeling about this. You were always the better friend, But if I've the chance to love you again, just Say that you haven't outgrown me yet, no, no.