In the Winter of your youth
With a string tied 'round your tooth
Your mother slammed the door
Don't want to hear no more

From the corner of your mouth
As the truth came wandering out
You longed for something else
Than your life upon the shelf

Out upon the open road you learned to say goodbye
Such a lovely day to die
And all these things I have seen within your two blue eyes

In the silence of this town
As the truth came wandering out
Your neighbor slams his door
Don't want to hear no more.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Adam Hayworth Stephens