some day i ll toss all your presents and bury the letters left unsent cause it s bad to do what s easy just cause it s easy and i want to do what pleases me but i can t and the road she d roll round the side of the mountain with nowhere to go but the heart we know when it s lovin it s leanin toward bein alone someday i ll find the mind to mend it and make dry these eyes i ve gotten wet cause it s bad to do what s easy just cause it s easy and i wanna do what pleases me but i can t oh no when the crow he d mow half the grass on the knoll and no where to go but the heart we know when it s needin it s careenin towards bein alone and the oats we sow they could seed on forever with nowhere to grow but the heart we know when it s askin its exact twin it will not be alone