I was just a boy Shooting at the lake Ending lives A weep would overtake I've been burdened by a love In the Montana grace I am burdened by a serial Comical waste And I don't know where To go from here Bones hold me up Don't tie me down I'm all fed up Stuck in this town Church on every corner I'm sick of the sound When the music's over I can't be found And I don't know where To go from here Here we are again All up in arms again It was a story when We were there And these memories They will mean nothing you see If I just let them be And not teach me