It's okay that you forget. It's alright
that you don't wanna remember.
In your hands you've got a martyr's head,
in your mind,
I know that's what you wish you were.
Turn my blue sky black,
you're such a hard luck baby. Yeah.
That's what's the matter with you.
But I could sleep through this.
I am mystified as I am in it.
If that's your ride, well then you ought to get it.
It's just as if I wasn't dreaming.
It's all the same,
'cause I still wake up screaming.
Turn my blue sky black
you're such a hard luck baby. Yeah.
That's what's the matter with you.
But I could sleep through this.
You're pilgrim in the boxcar.
You can never look back too far.
You can't ever look back.
...
Turn my blue sky black
you're such a hard luck baby. Yeah.
That's what's the matter with you.
But  I could sleep through anything..