As a young boy, you were just an older man You're the cold chill left in southern sand You're a young mind, old head in disarray And please God, please no novocain. Calm down you know you've got to breathe in And they speak in etéreo voices Far away from home with no return address You're a letter never opened and never read And as a grown man, you sang songs of foreign lands Of holy ghosts in search of new golden coasts Calm down you know you've got to breathe in And they speak in etéreo voices Far away from home with no return address You're a letter never opened and never read