As a young boy, you were just an older man
You're the cold chill left in southern sand
You're a young mind, old head in disarray
And please God, please no novocain.
Calm down you know you've got to breathe in
And they speak in etéreo voices
Far away from home with no return address
You're a letter never opened and never read
And as a grown man, you sang songs of foreign lands
Of holy ghosts in search of new golden coasts
Calm down you know you've got to breathe in
And they speak in etéreo voices
Far away from home with no return address
You're a letter never opened and never read
