Lyrics

Yeah, the past, it seems to me Is a cemetery that I visit every day, rain or shine With a bouquet in my hands Among the graves I stand With a funny kind of envy in my mind And if I could trade with them, you know I might just would No, things ain't going the way I thought they would Does your conscience fill your head With fifty thousand little thoughts of dread? Of what could have been and things you should have said? Yeah, if I could trade with them, you know I might just would No, things ain't going the way I thought they would Last night I dreamt my body was covered up in spider bites And for some reason, I didn't really mind It felt fine It felt right Things ain't going the way I thought thеy would Things ain't going the way I thought they would No, things ain't going the way I thought thеy would