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?