you showed me the school
in your great neighborhood
then through the direction away
bought all the books
sent me the rules
bound and left to master
I turned it away
it showed on my face
while you lived it up in New Orleans
maybe you should consider this
over the jazz and your Jesus
that I didn’t walk away
closing the door
and I have nothing to pay
anymore
lie with just enough
of a doubt left in
so that you’d get the benefit
to be left in your snow again
where my good nature’s gone to pasture
but I didn’t walk away
closing the door
and I have nothing to pay
anymore
and this is what you will discover