The summer that I broke my arm
I waited for your letter
I have no feeling for you now
Now that I know you better

I wish that I could have loved you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us
Whatever it will do

Dreamt I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was underground
There was no light that we could see
As we listened to the sound of the engine failing

I feel like I've been living in
city with no children in it
garden left [bad word] by a millionaire inside
Of a private prison

You never [bad word] a millionaire
Quoting the sermon on the mount
I used to think I was not like them
But I'm beginning to have my doubts
My doubts about it

When you're hiding underground
The rain can't get you wet
Do you think your righteousness
Can pay the interest on your debt?
I have my doubts about it

I feel like I've been living in
city with no children in it
garden left [bad word] by a millionaire inside
Of a private prison

I feel like I've been living in
city with no children in it
garden left [bad word] by and by
As I hide inside
Of my private prison