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When I was young, about 15, I hit the open road
And I headed west with nothing more than my suitcase and my soul
I met a girl in Montreal who saved me from my sins
and I thanked her with a kiss and got down to sinning once again
I said, woe is me, I had the right idea
Taking it slow and free, I had the right idea
You just might disagree, but I had the right idea
At least to some degree, I had the right idea
Woo
We put pennies on our eyes
And set ourselves upon the water on a raft
To save our souls,
to save our souls
The map has curled its edges
And trails a net of pens and markers on the page
To catch our souls,
to catch our souls
Three little dots in this letter
Seem pretty harmless to me
So I’ll kiss this stamp, walk to the mailbox
And send it anonymously
Four little words to unravel
This knot that sits in my belly
Oh I’ll miss this feeling that I’ve carried so long
But I do think it’s been killing me
Why try so hard for a heart that’s already taken?
Taken so far away
Pulled out a chair, I held a door
I throw a brand new jacket in the mud, I can’t wear it anymore
And I crossed my heart and hope to die
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ about this needle in my eye
Oh chivalry, look what you’ve done to me,
Oh chivalry, you’ve made a mess of me,
Oh chivalry, look what you’ve done to me.