Who?

What do I want with my life now that you're gone? I want your ghost gone What do I want with this wood now that it's sawn? I want the stump gone And the land that it grew on Oh, black lagoon You have my shoe So I go shoeless I go muddy crawling through What do I want with my home now that I'm gone? I want the shades drawn And the overgrown lawn I would gladly abandon a limp in the trap's jaw Just as long as I crawl on With no trapper to call on Thorough and true By stem and root I know no one now Now I say "who?"