Symphony 4: America's Mercy War

Fair thee well and the requiem mix 
  I got a loan shark and a quick fix, 
  For those i left behind, 
  In a suit case of fire flies, 
  Find ya, I wanna treat you right, 
  Never leave you beggin and cryin. 
  Coming down the mountain in a wet carriage, 
  Full speed like a spent marriage. 
  I got more than enough to keep me whole. 
  For once I'm not slightly out of control. 
  Got crazy dreams when it breaks morning, 
  Everyday, a requiem. 
  These morning dreams are just like memories: 
  Late night, starring through the trees. 
  I got words for this and the way it fits: 
  It's all about the light and the sound around it. 
  Fair thee well and the requiem mix I 
  Got a feather bed and a couple of tricks, 
  For those I left behind.