I can't sing
What I can't feel
And not listen
To those who kneel
The older you get
The less you know
Sure is a hell of a time
To grow
They didn't cause
All my pain
There is iron
In the things you say
Her face makes imprints
In the ɾain
At the end
Who's to [C7]blame?
So bring your passport
To dinner
We can leave it all
Behind
The world is spinning
Out your door