At the start of something new I can't release you A broken down bus on a black new bus lane Jason's in the back He's giving me a sermon that won't catch on And my hand has ten things in it One of them is always yours At the start of something new I can't release you And it's very hard to drive from the southside to the northside Biography, paint me later Paint me true but paint me later In it we can cough and ache through love And no-one else can talk about my life Because I can't release you at the start of something new I can't release you at the start of something new for you