The fire in the rearview is smaller
The further we get
And I'd trade the apartment for gold tops
So I can relax

You sure did a number on Carmen
And Ms. Mary Beth
They left Camden County for Kansas
They've got nothing left

And all this time I thought I was right
All this time

The secondhand surgeon's afraid
That it never grows back
He's knee-deep in algebra
Pacing a panic attack

You were born in a bathtub on Deer Lake
And the cradle collapsed
And I promised I'd give you a mansion
I'm afraid this is it

And all this time I thought I was right
All this time

Still you're the reason I'm breathing
The soul in my step
I've been running out of excuses
But nobody checks

So scream when you need me
In fact, you can scream when you don't
I'd rather sit here with you screaming
Than sit here alone

And all this time I thought I was right
All this time

All this time
I thought I was right

I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot
I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot
I don't wake up, I don't wake up a lot
I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot

The fire in the rearview is smaller the further we get