The same old stain that still Stands too near, I don't want to clean Stuck in my room I don't want to leave I stare at the wall seeking you and your sins (and) you do all the same, The path to my past Is a misty road, I don't want to ride on And I don't really know how I feel But I do really know what I'm leaving Never drive so fast, so mush risked my life, Since I know you Never felt so guilty since I know you I stare at the wall, sure to find something To believe in The path to my past is a misty road I don't want to ride on And I do really know how I feel But I don't really know why I'm leaving Here on my head Like your Jesus crown Got the damn old feeling that I'm forced I have to deal with I won't come back