Behind the woods

When you call my name
When it's time again
When you call my bluff
When you've had enough
Above the din of days
A place behind the woods, they say
When you lose your cool
Must have been the same old fool
When you're off the rail
Must be time to sail away
Above the din of days
A place behind the woods, they say
Quiet and tucked away
You can breathe here
Slow it down here
No more
No deep end
No more
Stress again
Can you tame your life?
Can you fade away like fallen stars?
Can you lift the gate?
Can you play a soldier fallen dead?
Can you crawl away now?
What for?
What's it for?
What for?
Anymore?