I was high,

Left blowin' in the wind.

I was golden,

I was yours.

And I fall on down, down, down.

I'll be broken

A hundred lives beyond tradition.

Please make sure that it's your own.

To find yourself, oh, lost again.

One last time, oh...

I may never do you proud.

That's the case, and I know I'm to blame.

If I'm never gon' do you proud

Well, I'm sorry, shun the name.

And I fall on down, down, down.

I'll be broken.

And I miss your garden jeans

On the bones beneath the beams

Your charms, your patience,

I must never waste these.