Oaken man

Gone now is the Oaken man All hollowed through Far out on the soaking sands I rise anew Gone now is the walking world All trampled through There are steamboats in your hair uncurled As I sink in with you And oh It wouldn't be us right If it's not the end, then it's not ok to lie The crickets chirping for my wonder why's All afternoon But they're still chirping when the thunder dies Small attitudes Fall now, on the choking gun Love in atrophy You are choking on the chosen pun You hoped to have for me And oh It wouldn't be us right If it's not the end, then it's not ok to lie If it's not the end, then it's not ok to lie Gone now is the Oaken man Gone now is the oak in man Gone now is the Oaken man