My hair won't fall out though it may go gray
I may forgive but I won't admit
Through any hope, it was something yet
You'd have fainted if I was dead
Maybe the song was a line but the Moon was wrong
The stars don't lie but they do reflect
They do neglect sometimes to tell the truth, baby

There ain't no chapter in your mailbox
So don't go changing with the times
There ain't no kool aid in your poison anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle for a grape upon a vine

(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)

(Even though) and even though we were too young to know
If others loved like us before
We can let it slide and broke the [?]
And it's on and you agree
And I may give up though I won't concede
But it isn't fate that shakes the trees
If the ancient forces of boredom we must agree now baby

Ooh, there ain't no chapter in the mailbox
There's too much sand up on the slide
There ain't no mirrors in this funhouse anymore
There ain't no comfort in the bottle for a grape upon a vine

(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(You can't shove it out)
(Said you'd go)