Quiet Luke Wayside
Soft and clean and full of light
By the wayside
I was going haywire
You never knew a thing
I was the feather of another color right under you wing
Soft and clean and full of light
Innocent and free from strife
Tender is the endless night
And you have withered with time
Pride helped me stay right
By the wayside
I needed you so bad
But all of your tenderness was not something I was destined to have
*Bridge*
*Reprise*
