T. Finn Hallway lined with photographs Telling us where we've been I'm just a country boy Can't you see that I'm still green ? And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face ? So much I remember A few things that I regret Sometimes I wish I had eyes In the back of my head And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face ? And it seems so long ago Only seems like yesterday It was over long before It had even begun Sometimes we're perfect strangers Other times we're a family Holding a mirror up to The best and worst in me And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face ? Yeah, the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face ?