I used to wear your laurels
I used to wear your laurels, uh-huh
(How did you replace them?)
I built myself a world
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 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, 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
It's high time, something on my mind
Got a word to write and 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 get upset any time
He'd sit within one hundred yards
(Do you have a lot of enemies?)
I've got one or two, there's Kennedy
Tim, that prairie boy, and then there's you
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