Mont Blanc

I know I planted those seeds down too deep

They'll die and never see the sun

My fault for that one

I was a city boy before

No excuses anymore

I'll try to learn and to keep us fed

Shed a tear for the books I shoulda read

And I'd seen all the warning signs

On the TV and the Times

But I had you to hold at night

And so it took my by surprise

We had so many things back then

I had a silver Mont Blanc pen

And I'd write for hours about nothing

That makes any difference now

And I used to worry what clothes I had on

The school recitals, and the manicured lawns

And I had a laundry list of people I could count on if it all went wrong

And then, the bomb

Now I take precautions for my peace of mind

I don't know what difference it might make

To hang on any longer

But I cut the tree across the drive

Spend the daylight hours inside

Tryin' to make the place look empty

So as no one comes around

I thought I saw them again last night

Those same distant headlights

Sweepin' back and forth across the empty shells of the summer homes

And if the bastards ever come

Promise me you'd take the kids and run

I may be weak, and I may be frail

But I can throw them off your trail

And I used to worry what clothes I had on

The school recitals, and the manicured lawns

And I had a laundry list of people I could count on if it all went wrong

And I used to worry what clothes I had on

The school recitals, and the manicured lawns

And I had a laundry list of people I could count on if it all went wrong

And then, the bomb

Oh, the bomb

Shed a tear for the books I shoulda read

Shed a tear for the books I shoulda read

Shed a tear for the books I shoulda read