Laurels کے بول

I used to wear your laurels I used to wear your laurels, uh-huh (How did you replace them?) I built myself a world I broke one down and built myself another world I used to call your name I used to hold your wooden heart And run my finger with the grain Until there's splinters in the curl of my palm I wore your laurels, I am one, but I used to be plural I used to be well-fed I used to have a place to lay my weary head (Where have you been sleeping?) Down in the riverbed Both wet and wild, I am both living and I'm dead I used to know the time And place a night would bring me to I used to have a little room I used to have guitars to tune I used to have a bed, but now I've packed it up and headed out west Well, it's high time, something on my mind Got a word to write, got a book to bind We were hitting the road, coast to coast Got a wagon and a wheel and a heart for the world I used to live in fear I used to wear your laurels I used to throw a fit any time He'd sit within one hundred yards (Do you have a lot of enemies?) Well, I've got one or two There's Kennedy, Tim, that prairie boy, and then there's you, woah I used to go so low Down to the bottom you could say I'd trade my power for the rage I breathe in air and out a flame A raging alchemist, I threw a fit but now I'm giving it a rest Well, it's high time, something on my mind Got a word to write, got a book to bind We were hitting the road, coast to coast Got a wagon and a wheel and a heart for the world I used to live in fear I used to wear your laurels