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