I Bought The Paper Yesterday And I Saw The Obituary
And I Read Of How You Died In Pain -
Well I Just Couldn't Understand It
If I Could Of Changed That, Then Lord Knows I'd Do It Now
But There Is No Going Back -
And What's Done Is Done Forever

But You Were Always Chained And Shackled By The Dirt -
Of Every Small Town Institution And Every Big Town Flirt

And I Think Of What You Might Have Been,
A Man Of Such Great Promise
Oh But, You Seem To Forget The Dream -
And The More You Saw You Hated

But Let's Not Talk Of Blame, For What Is Only Natural
Like A Moth Going To A Flame -
You Had A Dangerous Passion

But You Were Always Chained And Shackled By The Dirt -
Of Every Small Town Institution And Every Big Town Flirt

All The Things That You Might Have Been - But Who Am I To Say?
Still I Wonder -
If It's The Cold Earth You Prefer To Lay -
If It's The Cold Earth - You Prefer To Stay