Folkin' Around
Allow me to exaggerate a memory or twoWhere summers lasted longer thanLonger than we doWhere nothing really matteredExcept for me to be with youBut in time we all forgot and we all grew
Your melody sounds as sweetAs the first time it was sungWith a little bit more character for showAnd by the time your father's heardOf all the wrong you've doneThen I'm putting out the lanternFind your own way back home
If I've forgotten how to singBefore I sung this songI'll write it all across this wallBefore my job is doneAnd I'll even have the courtesyOf admitting I was wrongAs the final words before I'm dead and gone
You've never been so divineIn accepting your defeatAnd I've never been more scared to be aloneIf love is not enough to put my enemies to sleepThen I'm putting out the lanternFind your own way back home