to be a child again i made my way through
the everglade
oh to be young again i searched my way
through the everglades
and the spanish moss that hangs from the
branch like a funeral veil to commemorate
my never ending days
i cupped my hands and dipped them
in the fountain of youth
i took a sip i was gonna be The Living Proof
but the water's bad and it's poisoned me
now i've become something you don't dare repeat
i surely hope that you'll never see me like this
they brought out the hounds but they never
found anything
they question the crowds but they said they
saw not a thing
and every snitch in town said mum's the word
and there aint much that they haven't ever heard
i surely hope that you'll never ever see me like this
i lay my head in a bed a bed of pine straw
and when it rains i slide myself beneath yer car
and when it's day i hide myself away
because you'll faint when you see what i became
i surely hope that youll never see me like this