It's a fine line Climbing in doorways for young fauns (?) They think they know you But they've been mistaken since you were born It's a death by design in the Glass house where you shed your golden handcuffs The years and years are lined for you without a fear Let them carve it in stone Let them call it their own But no one ever owns you No one ever owns you Let them carve it in stone Let them call it their own But no one ever owns you No one ever owns you Wont you come sit a while with me By the fire Let your burdens burn Just put the gun down Cause it's been sour and dour All the ghost riders mooched to soon And when you look into the mirror You wonder who has won Let them carve it in stone Let them call it their own But no one ever owns you No one ever owns you Let them carve it in stone Let them call it their own But no one ever owns you No one ever owns you