Lyrics

Just sitting on Fernwood street, laid back just shootin' the breeze. Nowhere to be, no one to see, twenty to three just sitting on Fernwood street.
Spend my days alone and cold. See the sky through the broken window. Before I get old, lo and behold, pack up and go. Spend my days on the open road.

Gone past all I know.

Two legs and an open slate
Three options to contemplate
Four different ways
Five darkened days
Six feet of rain
Two legs and an open slate.
I fell in love on a run of hard luck. She took me home and she cleaned me up. She just kind of shrugged and said it ain't much, but she got me unstuck. I fell in love on a run of hard luck. And we'll be

Gone (take our chances)
Gone (leap and hold on)
Gone past all we know.

Stand tall and deeply breathe. I remember who I used to be; small as a seed yearning to be as tall as a tree. Stand tall and deeply breathe.
(Gone) Just sitting on Fernwood Street
(Gone) Laid back, just shooting the breeze
(Gone past all we know)
Nowhere to be, no one to see, twenty to three, just sitting on Fernwood Street.

Gone (take our chances)
Gone (leap and hold on)
Gone past all we know.
Gone past all we've come to know.