'En Gallop' - Joanna Newsom

This place is damp and ghostly, i am already gone 
And the halls were lined with the disembodied 
And dustly wings which fell from flesh 
Gasplessly 

And i go where the trees go 
And i walk from a higher education 
For now, and for hire 

It beats me but i do not know 
And it beats me but i do not know 
It beats me but i do not know 
I do not know 

Palaces and stormclouds 
The rought straggly sage and the smoke 
And the way it will all come together 
In quietness, and in time 

And you laws of property 
Oh, you free economy 
And you unending afterthoughts; 
You could've told me before 

Never get so attached to a poem, you 
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and 
Never draw so close to the heat, that 
You will forget that you must eat, oh