On A Good Day — Joanna Newsom

Hey hey hey, the end is near On a good day you can see the end from here But I won't turn back, now, though the way is clear I will stay for the remainder

I saw a life, and I called it mine I saw it, drawn so sweet and fine And I had begun to fill in all the lines Right down to what we'd name her

Our nature does not change by will In the winter, 'round the ruined mill The creek is lying, flat and still It is water though it's frozen