(I will not mourn who I was, that has gone away) Alright I swear these crows keep getting bigger Hanging off the fence post together Nothing's moving, there's no winter Drawn to thrill, drawn to surrender But somewhere deep inside my memory There's a kid with a neck so slender Capsized and 10 years later His arms are tattooed He's like a sailor But I will Will not I will not mourn who, who I was, that has gone away Now, he's assumed relaxation's posture So every day he's underwater Isolation, cave mouth darkness He's trying to say something It makes no sense But somewhere deep inside his memory There's a kid who would just go walking 24th Street, thrift shopping He looks so happy trying on a costume But I will Will not I will not mourn who, who I was, that has gone away How do you perceive the morning sun After endless days of dull repetition? Are you reaching out, or are you reaching through? Are you a ghost in an empty room? In an empty room, alright I will not mourn who Who I was, that has gone away Who I was, that has gone away Who I was But somewhere deep inside my memory There's a kid with a neck so slender Capsized and 10 years later His arms are tattooed He looks like a sailor I will not mourn who Who I was, that has gone away