Dirt Poor Robins Solemn Awakening
Just when I thought I had you back
You were stolen from my grasp
Without a trace, without a clue
How can I pursue?
Still I will find you
No sense in killing time
It will not serve you well
It will not bleed, it will not bruise
Try and you'll only slowly kill yourself
But I will be great before the grave
I'll be the hero who has come to save the day
I'll find a way, I guarantee
There is no cage that's made so clever
It could ever keep you back from me
From me
From me