You were born during a scare Well it changed how you grew Always fearing what's in the corner Keeping eye on the shadows til you became a man Well they turned out the lights Still you continued your work You must persist writing these sad songs Thinking that you'll trap all your bad luck within their rhymes Don't you know that songs only work When you realize the words You're unsure you'll settle the score on such terms Or could you believe the stories you tell? Can you believe them yourself?