goodness knows its been a wonderful run the autumn lakes where the children were swans your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions dont seem so insane they laugh they say your treasures are fake but dont throw it away youve been framed with a beautiful name youve been saved but youve lost your head with halos and friends the trinity saves but three is a crowd you flirt you drink you cant stop your winking at the boys at the bar all you need is a gun and a car a country song if you dont have a heart my cowboys and indians and the falls and aminions where the highways are far when all you know your shadows a ghost dont let it scare you away