fool enough to a most be it and cool enough to not quite see it doomed pick your pocket full of sorrows and run away with me tomorrow june we'll try and ease the pain but somehow we'll feel the same no one knows where our secrets go i send a heart to all my dearies when your life is oh so dreary dream im rumored to the straight and narrow while the harlots of my perils scream and i fail but when i can i will try to understand that when i can i will mother weep the years im missing all our time cant be given back shut my mouth and strike the demons that cursed you and your reasons out of hand and out of words defy the plans but when i can i will fool enough to almost be and and cool enough to almost be it and old enough to almost be this always old ill always feed this no more promise no more sorrow no longer will i follow can anybody hear me? i just want to be me and when i can i will try to understand that when i can i will