Oh, lost in my dream again
Meet me after hours by the Rivermont bend
No, nothing's just innocent
But when I said "I'm sorry," did you think me a kid
No, maybe you're right
There's no sense in comparing the neighborhood's fights
Snow blown on the bungalow
Each door has a knob left unturned to the night
All is left quiet
All is left quiet
Oh, give it a rest
I'm already comparing my worst from my best
Oh, let's watch it go down
Breathing out as the sun sinks into the west
Yes, I get depressed
I'm not sure what to say, just the two-thousandth eighty-third - yes
Twenty-two's fine
I just wrestled with God, just excuse the horrible mess
All is left quiet
All is left quiet
Come along
All my younger days
We'll go out together
We'll go out in style