Meet with foreign words And walk upon the dirt Heels sink on in Regret as it begins Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah Clinging to a rose And digging out my hole Dust it fills my throat Mud loves me the most Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah I'm missing the comforts Of the wayside I'm missing the comforts Of the wayside Of the wayside Drawing out the sky Lying on your back Wait until she comes I'm never going back Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah Oh ooooh oh oh Ahh ahh ahh ahh ah