Quite Rightly So

For you, whose eyes were opened wide
 Whilst mine refused to see
 I'm sore in need of saving grace
 Be kind and humour me
 I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat
 Where people speak but seldom meet
 And grief and laughter, strange but true
 Although they die, they seldom cry
 An ode by any other name, yeah
 I know might read more sweet
 Perhaps the sun will never shine
 Upon my field of wheat
 But still in closing, let me say
 For those too sick, yeah, too sick to see
 Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
 I wish that one was me
 An ode by any other name, yeah
 I know might read more sweet
 Perhaps the sun will never shine
 Upon my field of wheat
 But still in closin', let me say
 Yeah, for those too sick, too sick to see
 Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
 I wish that one was me
 Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
 I wish that someone was me
 Though not it shows, yes, someone knows
 I wish that someone was me