Riding for to pay you more
And tie the strings that mend
And bring you in
Till in is where it's been
Done and shaping rites encircling you
Till dusk of running by
Easy sayings, tiresome try for me
To know you being there
Where mystified might is clearly through.
    Loving the key, my friend. What will you tell me then?

You know that when you miss its being here
What on earth won't bring you there?
And little gnaw of hard response
Fulfilled naked in the tons
Of wonder-eyes and blunder-tries
Pointing half-past dead
In heads of had to tell it on
In-bearing times of nearly through and done.
    Loving the key, my friend. What will you tell me then?

And now when all is there
Who is left to have it bare, for you?
Merely sights and timely tights
Proving night of plainly rights for you.
    Loving the key, my friend. What will you tell me then?