I know you met the devil once when you were young
You let him in just enough, to push you out.
You managed twenty-one years before he talked you round to giving up.
We traded knowledge in, our fields of expertise
Then we parted ways, and you gave up on everything.
Do you think you'd still want to leave now?
You always were just a stubborn kid back then
I saw the words that you wrote down
On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.
I remember you told me, you threw your father?s Jimmy Neil CD out the
window of his car.
It didn?t get you very far In his good books, because I know
When you got home, he bent your spine over the back of a kitchen chair
You lost so many days in there.
Do you think you'd still want to leave now?
You always were just a stubborn kid back then
I saw the words that you wrote down
On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.
The first notes on the tenth fret come in under the singing
and I'm not sure exactly how many there are;
the two I've put in brackets represent these.
I saw the words that you wrote down
On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.
In the room where we spent our days.
I thought I saw your reflection, in the window of a passing car.
But I guess I was wrong, all I am is wrong these days.
Do you think you'd still want to leave now?
You always were just a stubborn kid back then
I saw the words that you wrote down
On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.
I saw the words that you wrote down
On the back of your book in the room where we spent our days.