well on that river bank on the 4th and st patrick s day well i saw the truth and it shook my faith she and i were born to change and tennessee you thief well you took what i believed and you showed me things that i d rather not see that everyone eventually must leave and as i watched the moon undress well i heard the stars profess some things are better left unsaid when it dies don t look back on it but out here on the road between georgia and chicago i found a pardon in my soul for everything for even things unknown so in a body made of borrowed bones i am learning to forgive i am learning to forgive cause i still have a ghost that haunts my home and she gave birth to bitterness but in the trenches of this war zone i know that someday i ll forget and i ll set fire to these borrowed bones and rid myself of selfishness