Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run   The autumn lakes with the children were swans   Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don't seem so insane   They laugh, they say   your treasures are fake   But don't throw it away      You've been framed with a beautiful name   You've been saved but you've lost your head   With halos and praise, the Trinity saves, But three's a crowd   You flirt,   you drink,   you can't stop your winking at the boys in the bar      All you need is a gun and a car   A country song if you don't have the heart.   Cowboys and injuns, and the positive minions   where the highway's not far   All you know, your shadow's a ghost   Don't let it scare you away.