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