The fire in the rearview is smaller The further we get And I'd trade the apartment for gold tops So I can relax You sure did a number on Carmen And Ms. Mary Beth They left Camden County for Kansas They've got nothing left And all this time I thought I was right All this time The secondhand surgeon's afraid That it never grows back He's knee-deep in algebra Pacing a panic attack You were born in a bathtub on Deer Lake And the cradle collapsed And I promised I'd give you a mansion I'm afraid this is it And all this time I thought I was right All this time Still you're the reason I'm breathing The soul in my step I've been running out of excuses But nobody checks So scream when you need me In fact, you can scream when you don't I'd rather sit here with you screaming Than sit here alone And all this time I thought I was right All this time All this time I thought I was right I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot I don't wake up, I don't wake up a lot I don't wake up, don't wake up a lot The fire in the rearview is smaller the further we get