He's off to slay some demon or dragonfly
He's lookin' at me, that long last time
I'll turn away again and I wave goodbye
But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off those gates of hell
And I can tell how hard you're trying
And just have our secret hope
Sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
There'll be an endless rope
And nobody's crying