Well, he told you ’bout the cities of morphine
He told you there was no pain there
He told you to pack up you bags ’n
Leave the town,
Leave the town for the new frontier.

So you moved to another tropic
I guess you followed some other star
You sent a postcard from heaven:
”C’mon here,
C’mon here, it’s not that far”.

He stayed home dreamin’ ’bout religion
The one he thought that he could start
Equaled the losses with the blessings
Trying to laugh,
Trying to laugh beside the coffin cart.

He lectured ’bout ignoring the pressure
He always said that the choice was free
He said he gave you all that you needed
Even the tools,
The very tools to succeed.