Perfumed and
Smoky
She swears that
She knows me
She's falling down
Drunk again
I say she's
Mistaken
She's visibly
Shaken
Emotions all
Drowned in gin
She said
I used to be
Beautiful, but
Now it's all gone
I let my dreams
Slip away from me
That's where it
Went wrong
Go be young
Go be free
Follow your heart
Where it leads you
And don't end up
Like me
Don't end up
Like me
The lndian in the
Guardhouse used
To spin me yarns
Stories of canyons
And Boston
In Winter
And losing his
Family's farms
He said I've
Outlived
My three sons
They died
In three wars
I laughed and
I cried while
They lived and
They died
And I know that
They deserve more
Go be young
Go be free
Follow your heart
Where it leads you
And don't end up
Like me
Don't end up
Like me
And don't end up
Like me
And don't end up
Like me...
Go be young
Go be free
Follow your heart
Where it leads you
And don't end up
Like me
And don't end up
Like me
And don't end up
Like me...