I knew a girl now she was long and tall

Slept in the kitchen with her feet out in the hall

She never did too much talking, always thought that was my fault

Looking back that must have been something crazy I was taught

Well I ain’t spoken to her here in quite some time

And the years just pass on by like that scenery outside

But I can’t buy back them things I left behind

I knew a man now who taught me a few songs

In the porch light he would sing and then he would nod off

And I still sing them songs now that I was taught

And it creeps just like some criminal now back into my thoughts

He used to write mе letters now when hе was feeling clean

Till he slipped into a darkness never to be retrieved

Well now I can’t buy back them things I left behind

No, now I can’t buy back them things I left behind

I always have been the quick at leaving kind

I never was the sort now to be left behind

I could pack up everything that I thought was mine

And be gone before the ink upon that letterhead dried

Seen my pockets full of holes I seen my pockets full of gold

I got some beautiful possessions living in pawnshop windows

But I can’t buy back them things I left behind

No, now I can’t buy back them things I left behind