The Fleecing - Kevin Devine

Deep green hills, whose shoulders fade into thick grey

Tall wet grass, whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep

Whose fleecing makes a fool of me

Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?

For every stupid struggle, I don’t know

I could buy you a drink

I could tell you all about it

I could tell you why I doubt it, and what I do believe

But I can’t say it like I sing it

And I can’t sing it like I think it

And I can’t think it like I feel it

And I don’t feel a thing

I don’t feel it

Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?

For every stupid struggle, I don’t know

I could buy you a drink

I could tell you all about it

I could tell you why I doubt it, and what I do believe

And why I need it

And I was blind but now I see

And you have more drinks

And we speak of so many things

But I don’t know you, and you don’t know me