I used to think that I was in charge
Used to reign with an iron fist
Laid down the law with my hammer
I was meanThen one day I got a letter
It came from an old wound
That wouldn't heal
It set fire to my anger
I couldn't healSo I packed all things
Headed for the scenes
Those that I could feel;
The rustle of the trees
Within this creek
Is all I need.