It's a nice day out for a stroll in time and space
Memories have married and they've laid their eggs
Right angles held captive by a square
It takes four to tango and a steady hand
But you let the past get so out of hand
Now when you're offered a seat you insist on standing Wounds heal with time...come time
Wounds heal with time...come time I felt a brand on my back
Go join the rest of the pack
You're a number, pick a number, any number
You're hitching on a highway of shame
You think you're free but you're riddled with pain
Got a ride with a car crash
I caused it Wounds heal with time...come time
Wounds heal with time...come time