T. Finn Hallway lined with photographs Telling us where we've been I'm just a country boy Can't you see that I'm still green? And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face? So much I remember A few things that I regret Sometimes I wish I had eyes In the back of my head. And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face? And it seems so long ago Only seems like yesterday It was over long before It had even begun. Sometimes we're perfect strangers Other times we're a family Holding a mirror up to The best and worst in me. And the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face? Yeah, the story has no moral It's an endless fall from grace Leaving lines of joy and sorrow on your face?