John Forbid

I was just leaving town

didn’t think you’d come,

didn’t you’d come around.

Long legged coast “will call”

tickets to the shore

and the open road.

So

John For-bid I

say something,

I don’t mean.

What did, I know

of my heart at 17?

Crooked sermons

and 3 words that don’t mean nothing.

Wish I had known,

That we were too young to live this old.

That you were too young to live this old.

I’ve never been this stoned,

ever felt this grey,

never cured this cold.

So spare me the long goodbye

so long, I tried

but i’ll cheat this time.

So

John For-bid I

say something,

I don’t mean.

What did, I know

of my heart at 17?

Crooked sermons

and 3 words that don’t mean nothing.

Wish I had known,

That we were too young to live this old.

That you were too young to live this old.

So

John For-bid I

say something,

I don’t mean.

What did, I know

of my heart at 17?

Crooked sermons

and 3 words that don’t mean nothing.

Wish I had known,

That we were too young to live this old.

That you were too young to live this old.

That you were too young to live this old.