Pardon me if I'm leaving in a hurry, can't you see. There's too much to lose for me to stay around?. I've played your game, obeyed your rules, the best that I know how.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down. Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'. The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead. When the skies of November turn gloomy.
It's alright for some, but not alright for me. When the one that I'm lovin' slips around. You think it's fine to do things I cannot see. And you're doin' it to me, baby can't you see that I know how it is.