Points for remembering high school American Lit!
It’s easier not to be wise
And measure these things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
Alone in the church by and by
I’ll read to you here, save your eyes
You’ll need them, your boat is at sea
Your anchor is up, you’ve been swept away
And the greatest of teachers won’t hesitate
To leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate