You blow my mind in a Cape Cod kinda way With a sandbar spine and a rose hip bush And cigarettes a pack a day I turned around at seventeen Learned to drive, I went the other way Said “anywhere, but east from here is where I wanna be”
With a backpack full of principles And how things ought to be All figured out and folded neat Like my mother's laundered sheets Self righteous as a pastor's kid Before he learned what his father did I said “anywhere, but east from here is where I'm gonna be”
Kindness used to come so easy How'd i learn to be so mean? Not to your face, but in my head I tossed you out like some book I read With which i disagreed, that tried to hard To hide the ugly that's in you, and in me
I'd lose my mind in a Cape Cod kinda way Getting mischievous when the summer-folk go With your pal since the third grade There's two dozen of you at twenty two And then thirty four, and then fifty eight Still hangin ‘round downtown Slurping oysters in october How I learn to be so mean? Thinkin “anywhere but east from here is where I wanna be” Or where I ought to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
