Well, on that river bank

On the 4th and St. Patrick's Day

Well, I saw the truth and it shook my faith

She and I were born to change

And Tennessee, you thief

Well, you took what I believed

And you showed me things that I'd rather not see

That everyone eventually must leave

And as I watched the moon undress

Well, I heard the stars profess

Some things are better left unsaid

When it dies, don't look back on it

But out here on the road between Georgia and Chicago

I found a pardon in my soul for everything

For even things unknown

So in a body made of borrowed bones

I am learning to forgive

I am learning to forgive

'Cause I still have a ghost that haunts my home

And she gave birth to bitterness

But in the trenches of this war zone

I know that someday I'll forget

And I'll set fire to these borrowed bones

And rid myself of selfishness