I will take the left fork
I will meet you ten years from this day
That way you cross her

Find yourself a good friend
Yes it's hard to master
I have tried to follow every course

Now I learn faster
Implicate myself


You grow it chains me
You're instincts to order
Let's all retire for the kings and the queens

Love has no place in this sane book of reason

Jane sleeps on tenterhooks

Some swear America adjusted her persona
Whispers leave her little town
Petrified of changes

Doesn't want to burn out
Doesn't want to live on problems
Implicates herself


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Thumbing through the pages
We just talked and laughed
Spent a hazy night

Did I leave? I'm sure
Then her before me in my own headlights


Chorus