Well, on that river bank On the 4th and St. Patrick's Day Well, I saw the truth and it shook my faith She and I were born to change And Tennessee, you thief Well, you took what I believed And you showed me things that I'd rather not see That everyone eventually must leave And as I watched the moon undress Well, I heard the stars profess Some things are better left unsaid When it dies, don't look back on it But out here on the road between Georgia and Chicago I found a pardon in my soul for everything For even things unknown So in a body made of borrowed bones I am learning to forgive I am learning to forgive 'Cause I still have a ghost that haunts my home And she gave birth to bitterness But in the trenches of this war zone I know that someday I'll forget And I'll set fire to these borrowed bones And rid myself of selfishness