Many were the years I was brittle Crushed and tore your name from leaf hearts And blades of grass, that were lost in the haze And it's funny, he still loves me And it's funny, he still loves me Call her name, she dreams of you Send her your regards In the flesh is what I want I know you're a weak man now Where did you go, fantasy? You're lost in the haze when you're free Life is a rambling end when you are gone When you are gone, when you are gone