Paroles de Action, Deeds & Suffering

They told me I was a child Saw trouble in my eyes You stop to follow the herd, you misbehave They told me I was a fool Defied the old man rule An unconventional kid in the narrow town Action, deeds and suffering Mountains, cigarettes and gin And these Golden days of yours Looking through your window I turned a blind eye None the wise Golden days of yours No more of those I turned a blind eye None the wiser Now I'm back in the wild With fire in my eyes I keep my eyes on the road, my hands on the wheel It isn't what they said It isn't what they did But every border I crossed takes me further away And these Golden days of yours Looking through your window I turned a blind eye None the wise Golden days of yours No more of those I turned a blind eye None the wiser