Who Ever said that footprints Were the good That we've left behind us? And I know, I know That if you shut the window the salt still seeps in And I know, I know That if you seal a memory, the blood still stains And that's why we sing The Ides of March Will long ago Be aware of my past And it shall all sing along I can not trust my eager conscious To stop and wait for faith And just strum along Well There's really nothing left For me to say Because voices Echoes off of waves Of our mistakes And I know, I know That if you shut the window the salt still seeps in And I know, I know That if you seal a memory, the blood still stains And that's why we sing The Ides of March Will long ago Be aware of my past And it shall all sing along I can not trust my eager conscious To stop and wait for faith And just strum along Philosophy Wearies me And I I think too much Wisdom comes with age But I will, I will Just have to wait If I could grow up to be One tenth of my Grandfathers being Nothing would be left in me For Accomplishing The Ides of March Will long ago Be aware of my past And it shall all sing along I can not trust my eager conscious To stop and wait for faith And just strum along