Another story on the subway,
Another humble question asked,
Another day outside your mercy,
Another night inside a flask,
Another dollar to disappear,
Another quarter for a song,
Another winter cold in question,
If I hang around that long,
For that long.
Well, I could’ve found a border town,
And I could’ve faked my death,
Yeah, I could’ve taken classes,
So I could have married Beth.
I could’ve climbed upon a mountain top,
I could’ve holed up in a cave,
I could’ve sacrificed my honor,
And taken it to my grave,
Oh, to my grave.
Well, I used to lead formation,
Yeah, I used to keep in step,
Well, I used to hold my head up,
And I used to catch my breath,
And I used to fight for freedom,
And I used to know what that meant,
And I used to have a reason,
To feel so overspent,
I’m so overspent.
So, farewell to my mother,
And farewell to burning sage,
And farewell to my loneliness,
And farewell to fits of rage,
And farewell to blind remembrance,
And farewell to the left and right,
And farewell to this mess they’ve made,
Of all the people still in the fight.
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