Time has told me You're a rare, rare find, A troubled cure for a troubled mind. - Nick Drake

So I'll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be.
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.

And at the chime of the city clock
Put up your road block.
Hang on to your crown.
For a stone in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man
Who leaves his armour down.

Saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink moon's gonna get ye all.