I walked through the door, and took a seat,
Listening to words that seem to bounce right off my chest, like I heard it all before,
Teach an old dog the same old trick.

Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering.

I ate the crumbs, and I spilled the wine,
The thought that counts,
Burning candles shining in the light, shining.

Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering,
Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering.

I walked through the door, and took a seat,
Listening to words that seem to bounce right off my chest, like I heard it all before,
Teach an old dog the same old trick.

Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering,
Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering,
Tide underside my pillow,
Willow thundering,
Yeah, tide underside my pillow, (pillow)
Oh, willow thundering.