Bells over the rooftops
A celebration smile
Your father put his belt across your back
For the last of many times
Your sisters pa**ed out flyers
Your mother's still in shock
Awake through every endless summer night
While you were sleeping beneath the docks
A runaway with years to run on
Could get a long way out of queens
Yelling timber in the kingdom
Pulling fish out of the sea
A couple years, a couple boxcars
A carney, a marine
A half a dozen girls besides your mother
Shooting stars across their dreams
But I don't want to grow old anywhere with anyone
Gonna keep the best intentions but regret the things I've done
I'm going down, I'm going down don't you try to stop me now
Oh I'm not the man I thought I'd be and I won't be coming round
Are those your children in the kitchen?
Are they Hungry or were you wrong
About the little orphan girl you married
Or your debts or dead end job?
A couple lost among the secrets
Broken windows and boarded doors
Do you recall the weight that left your shoulders
When you first left this town for good?
But I don't want to grow old anywhere with anyone
Keep the best intentions but regret the things I've done
I'm going down, I'm going down don't you try to stop me now
Oh I'm not the man I thought I'd be and I won't be coming round
But it's quiet in the ward now
And the children have gone home
And left you with the nurses and technicians
And whatever's k**ing all your bones
If I could wake up as a child
If I could wake up and begin
I'd burn up every dollar bill I'd ever touched
And throw the ashes in the wind