Now I don't mind if I hurt you  And leave the guilt behind  So here I go burning bridges  Did I play my hand too soon?    Sop for the first time in my life  Feel like a country boy caught in headlights  Found my rosebud    Arrived in new york city  Felt like a scapegoat before a commitee  Found my rosebud    All this talk off regret  Lets go slumming, lets go slumming  And start all over again  The greatest ghost writer  Couldn't help you  Write a draft of your life    Great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers  Look at these sandpaper hands..i'm just paid from the neck down  Your velvet revoluction..chase where it leads you, my friend    It's not like  I said  That I love you