All My Armor

Of all the things we've said and done I didn't think that this would be one The clinging vines along the house: I pulled them right up from the ground No harm in keeping them around Except that they will slowly starve me out I'm gone like a ghost with all my armor still on Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt Of all the things we've said and done I didn't think that this would be one The plants are dead under the sun From fear or love or neither one I'm gone like a ghost with all my armor still on Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt I'll be gone like a ghost with all my armor still on Don't you know that I'll be happier to run?