Here is a path to a clearing ♪ Fearing the wrath of God, I stepped aside Ready for some new kind of feeling I ran to the field with my arms open wide Tired of the circles we're talking ♪ I walked to the road and right into my own trap again When sweet opportunity comes knocking How many times must I learn the same lesson? I learned my lesson I learned my lesson ♪ Your peeling paint was appealing ♪ Realistically, I know I don't need to know Ready for some new kind of healing I cuff up the legs to trudge into the virgin snow The sound of your voice is like petals ♪ Better than Saturday's battering oysters for the fry When papa brought home a gold medal You ran to your room and locked the door, I heard you cry I learned my lesson I learned my lesson