i ve got the feeling i m about to learn the difference between being young and acting more my age you took your heart out and trusted me to hold it i d turn the table on you if they weren t bolted my oh my what a mess i ve made lock me up in the back of a motorcade when the road runs out of signs let me out and i ll go give it another try i m on the blacklist traded my clothes for kindling what was the point with what your eyes can see you call me a skeptic of everything you hold dear and banished me out to the road well at least they know me here you ve been holding to the widespread belief that you d be rewarded for every virtue you keep don t let me make you think that s foolish to believe