There's a map of the world
On the wall in your room
Green pins where ya wanna to go
White pins where ya been
There isn't even ten,
You're already feeling old
Pretty face stair back
From a magazine stack
That you read when
You're feeling bored
Look through a telescope lens
It doesn't make sense
You think you've been there beforeSome far off feelings
Some up close kind of ache
White screen reason to
Look the other wayThere's a place by the lake
That you go when it's late
It was summer and the crowds were gone
And you sit all alone with
With your thoughts, gettin' stoned
Just waitin' for some peace to comeLike the thing that'cha
Tried that you thought you liked
For a minute then it all felt wrong
So your changin' again
All your clothes, all your friends
Just the same as it ever wasThat far off feeling
That up close kind of ache
Some white screen reason to
Look the other wayIahhOuuIahh
La dumLa dum
La dum
La dumIt's a road that you've paved
Over Indian graves and
You wonder why your dreams are crazed
So you cling to your wife,
Your kids, and you life
There's nothin' that you're gonna save
Put the razor to your face,
Hot water for a shave
Kill the shadow of yesterday
Clean shirt, clean pants,
Clean sleet second chance
You're goin' by another nameSome far off feeling
Some up close kind of ache
That instant karma
That always comes too lateIahhOuuIahh
La dumLa dum
La dum
La dum
La dum
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