I drive by your woods at least twice a week.
Take a quick peak at the pond.

How close it actually is to town?

It really wasn’t secluded was it?

And you hardly seemed to notice 
Your Ma and your sis
Dropping off a loaf of bread, some cheese from Farmer John,
And a liter of lager.

They were careful not to disturb you
Tiptoeing around
Keeping an eye on you too.
Making sure you didn’t wander off again,
Or drown in the pond,
Or go mad.

Mostly they were worried about you.
That you had seemed a little off.
They thought maybe the woods were a quiet place,

It would do you some good,
that was really what you needed,
what was best for someone like you.