The fire in the rear view is smaller The further we get And I´d trade the apartment for gold tops So I can relax
You sure did a number on Carmen And Ms. Mary Beth They left Camden county for Kansas They´ve got nothing left
And all this time I thought I was right All this time
The secondhand surgeon´s afraid That it never grows back He´s knee deep in algebra Pacing a panic attack
You were born in a bathtub on Deer Lake And the cradle collapsed And I promised I´d give you a mansion
I´m afraid this is it
And all this time I thought I was right All this time
Still you´re the reason I´m breathing The soul in my step I´ve been running out of excuses But nobody checks
So scream when you need me In fact you can scream when you don´t I´d rather sit here with you screaming Than sit here alone
And all this time I thought I was right
All this time
All this time I thought I was right
I don´t wake up, don´t wake up a lot I don´t wake up, don´t wake up a lot I don´t wake up, I don´t wake up a lot I don´t wake up, don´t wake up a lot(?)
The fire in the rear view is smaller the further we get