74 willows wept the day   I plotted my escape   The road looking diseased   Under a blanket of leaves   Back now full circle   So it seems      With unused memories   Of secrets not worth keeping and   Willows weeping   I used to think this time of year   Of flying over the fence and beyond here      I don't think so anymore   I've been looking for   The ending my story lacks   A strong enough magnet to pull me back   Of you are that oh you are that      A new outlook   For a cynical soul   The feeling I get when the opiates flow   You are that oh you are that   Found myself slipping in the snow   Adrenalin did flow   Adding a smoke-screen to this flash-back scene      My brain raced right back from numb   A peculiar reaction   To those windows creaking   Your voice speaking   I think of us traveling at night   At a hundred times the speed of light   I don't think so anymore