Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run The autumn lakes with the children were swans Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don't seem so insane They laugh, they say Your treasures are fake But don't throw it away You've been framed with a beautiful name You've been saved but you've lost your head With halos and praise, the Trinity saves, But three's a crowd You flirt, You drink, You can't stop your winking at the boys in the bar All you need is a gun and a car A country song if you don't have the heart. Cowboys and injuns, and the positive minions Where the highway's not far All you know, your shadow's a ghost Don't let it scare you away.