Over the tracks
With a sack full of matches
I'm gonna burn all the letters I've wrote
Don't worry, darling
I ain't brave enough to catch it
This fire that's licking my hopes
Besides, if I went up
Like a soaked rolling paper
I'd still be fast-burning-out
And what's the use of a good, strong noose
When your problem's too much hanging around?
So I walked back crashing
My pockets full of ash in
The latesummer moon's holy glow
That loved me to d**h on the banks
Of every river
Where every breath in brought me home
'Cause if home's where hearts is
Beating like a bird's wing
Then I've many homes and I should:
Said a man who wasn't homeless
"I'm always just traveling/
Taking walks around my neighborhood."
Wisdom: it comes
But age don't unlock it
You've got to spend all the pa**ion you've found
With more change in their heads
Than in all of their pockets
Some can show you the way to slow down
Sometimes we all need to slow down