1, 2, 3
2, 2, 3
They were lovely red flowers lining the trees
And they smelled like perfume on the hand of a queen
The car read "Just Married" on the back window
The future was open, how could we ever have known?
From South San Diego to Portland, Maine
I have travelled this country, seeking my fame
And through all the "what for's," the flames and trap doors
Through which all of us fell, the stories that I cannot tell
And I wish that I
Now, the ocean tide's coming up with the moon
I'm afraid we're all living at sea level, too
And you're seeing this part of the tragedy through
When the bottle will break, the cradle will fall down on you
A second rate author of his own epitaph
All this potent potential destroyed in the graph
You think to yourself, "I'll get lucky at cards."
But you don't even know who the hell that you are
And i, still I wish that I was
Born in the spring
Son of a son of a son of a b**h
Cause the daughter's are damned, that's the way that it is
And nothing much changes out in the sun
When the wine that you drink is the wine you become
Oh, and you say, "Maybe, this time, I can dig out of this."
So the family relents and you get yourself pissed
And suddenly everyone has got some advice
You sell their suggestions without thinking twice
And the friends that I've had and the friends that I've made
The friends that I've lost with my hapless mistakes
And isn't it all just a slap in the face
That no single person could take up the place of her?
Still, I wish that I was
Born in the spring
Born in the spring
Cause everyone's gone, we all die don't you know?
Are you so disappointed that it all was a show?
And the first love you had was the only thing real
And what brought it together, in the end was the k**?
And I, still I wish that I was
Born in the spring