It's okay that you forget.
It's alright that you don't wanna remember.
In your hands you've got a martyr's head, in your mind
I know that's what you wish you were.
Turn my blue sky black, you're such a hard luck baby.
Yeah.
That's what's the matter with you.
But I could sleep through this.
I am mystified as I am in it.
If that's your ride, well then you ought to get it.
It's just as if I wasn't dreaming.
It's all the same, 'cause I still wake up screaming.
Turn my blue sky black...
You're pilgrim in the boxcar.
You can never look back too far.
You can't ever look back.
Turn my blue... I could sleep through anything