Yesterday, I took two pills
And called it a day
The kids don't play with me ma
A herd of cows crossing a field
By the river, the sad herdsman
Wears a gray gown
And the one that doesn't want
To be found, went this way
Ma, how do I find him
If he's already gone?
Adolescent, they cross the field
Running a football
A moment is born
But it's already fleeting
Photographs are faded, too small
And the kids are running far away
Into the landscape
Should I call it a day?
Tomorrow, I'll take two pills
Think I'll be okay.
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