Today’s the fourth of july
Another june has gone by
And when they light up our town i just think
What a waste of gunpowder and sky
I’m certain that i am alone
In harbouring thoughts of our home
It’s one of my faults that i can’t quell my past
I ought to have gotten it gone
Oh, baby, i wonder –
If when you are older –
Someday-
You’ll wake up
And say, ‘my god, i should have told her –
What would it take?
But now here i am and the world’s gotten colder
And she’s got the river down which i sold her.’
So that’s today’s memory lane
With all the pathos and pain
Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless
And they’re always the same
A verse, then a verse, and refrain
Oh, baby, i wonder –
If when you are older –
Someday-
You’ll wake up
And say, ‘my god, i should have told her –
What would it take?
But now here i am and the world’s gotten colder
And she’s got the river down which i sold her.’