It's the long folk revival, I'm gonna write my motto in stone 
It says, "here lies the good life, don't whisper to me when I die" 
Yeah, it had to be stopped. 
My home is empty, there's a long lost song on my tongue. 
It's the new education of Henry Adams, I guess. 

And the floor won't roll me in. 
It won't wind up and throw. 
You're there and I'm back here on my own. 
You set the one trap I'd never foil. 
You went on out there, start slowing me down.