Release yourself from the burdens you carry
Release yourself, man, and just live where you lay
On a bed of nails or a coffin of roses
It makes no difference, just live where you lay.
It was the better of days, when the sun dropped out by noon,
And cast her profile across the room
All there was to say were dumb thoughts and petty observations, about the people they knew.
When you wake up low and the news feeds say
She's got a fake gold tooth and a baby on the way,
Don't you ever look back.
Don't you ever look back.
All the way look back.
Oh, but when you look back
Back when the fields bled green on LSD
In a counterfeit construct of '69 in 2003
The colors always look right and the uniforms precise
For a final reenactment before the dimming of the lights.
Yes, she gave up cigarettes for deep breathes
She gave up whiskey for wine,
She gave in to foreign concepts
Like consistency and time.
Like consistency and time.
All from a pink tract house and another frame of time.
When you wake up low and the news feeds say
She's got a fake gold tooth and a baby on the way
Don't you ever look back.
Don't you ever look back on.
Don't you ever look back. Oh
Never look back, never look.
Don't you ever look back. Oh
Never look back, never look.