I burned the last of the resin, Skipping Sunday school, wishing I could torch all I’d ever done (didn’t I?), Racing back to church under Downtown’s bluffs of brick and stone, Desolate as a bone in the morning sun (didn’t I?).

I was doing 120, torn up on 280, In the wagon my brother handed down to me, Wishing for it all to end (didn’t I?). You were hidden inside the fortress walls of Some bamboo jungle, shotgunning weed With one of my so-called friends (weren’t you?).

When you told me that You’d never fall in love… (Did you really mean that?) When you told me that You’d never fall in love, You know I had to laugh.

My eyes were clear. My tail was tucked. The road was straight. The night was black. (Yeah, it was!) The phone buzzed. My ears rang. The sun crawled over Fairfield, the rows of cold smokestacks. (Yeah, they were!)

When I told you that I'd never fall in love… (Yeah, I really said that.) When I told you that I'd never fall in love, I know you had to laugh.