| I could run before I learned to walk,
|
| tore the tongues out of my shoes
|
| so they wouldn’t talk.
|
| I was a child then.
|
| Seven years at a private school
|
| Only taught me how to play the fool.
|
| I was a child then,
|
| but I would do the same again.
|
| My counsel is my own to keep
|
| and yes my conscience lets me sleep.
|
| My sisters would behave like trees,
|
| whispering of mysteries
|
| that were beyond my ken.
|
| Midnight out by Crater Lake
|
| wondering which pill to take.
|
| I was a child then,
|
| but I would do the same again.
|
| Take another backward leap
|
| and yes my conscience lets me sleep.
|
| If I’d known then what I know now
|
| I’d have done it anyhow.
|
| I never thought at forty-five
|
| I’d still be alive, be alive.
|
| Sold my soul for the highest bid.
|
| Feel no remorse for what I did.
|
| I was a child then,
|
| but I would do the same again.
|
| My counsel is my own to keep
|
| and yes my conscience lets me sleep. |