Born In The Spring

They were lovely red flowers lining the trees And they smelled like perfume on the hand of a queen The car read "Just Married" on the back window The future was open and how could we ever have known from south san diego to portland maine, i have traveled this country seeking my fame and through all the what fors? the flames and trap doors through which all of us fell stories that i cannot tell and i wish that i ... now the ocean tides coming up with the moon i'm afraid we're all living at sea level too and youre seeing this part of the tragedy through when the bottle will break, the cradle will fall down on you the second rate author of his own epitaph all this potent potential destroyed in the graph you think to yourself, i get lucky at cards but you dont even know who the hell that you are and i, still i wish that i was born in the spring son of a, son of, son of a bitch cause the daughter's are damned thats the way that it is nothing much changes, out in the sun when the wine that you drink is the wine you become or you say maybe this time i can dig out of this so the family relents and you get yourself pissed, and suddenly everyone has got some advice you sell their suggestions without thinking twice the friends that ive had, and the friends that ive made, the friends that ive lost, with my hapless mistakes? and isnt it all just a slap in the face? that no single person could take up the place of her still i wish that i was born in the spring born in the spring cause everyone's gone, we all die don't you know? are you so disappointed that it all was a show? and the first love you had was the only thing real, and what brought it together in the end was the kill? and i, still i wish that i was born in the spring