Edge of the World

I want to live with a glamorous girl
in an old farmhouse at the edge of the world
Cold in the winter, warm in the spring
Far from the center of everything
where no one can hear us
no one can see us
no one can call us names
outside they’re all the same
outside they’re all the same

I want to run with a feather in my hair
and howl at things which aren’t even there
Make me a bed of the warm soft ground
sing me to sleep, with the stars spinning ’round.
oh the moon is a sad globe
though he puts on a good show
and pretends it’s all ok
inside they’re all the same
inside they’re all the same