Backslide

They call me an escapist
A drifter and a con
An ostrich when it comes to
Realizing what went wrong
Now I've made up my mind
I'll come down
I'll see you next time I backslide

They call me a blame-shifter
An optimist profound
But I've seen the cliffs of Dunmore Head
I've walked the Slea Head Drive
I've watched the earth from up above
I've climbed the Mount Donard
And we'll go there next time I backslide

So what's the worst that could happen?
Am I way over my head?
I've dined with the finest
And I've wined with the bad
I feel the air resistance
As I fall back to the ground
We'll settle next time I backslide

So why don't you
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Oh why don't you
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me to the end
I promise you the
Best of me
Fantasies
Promise you, I swear I'll be
Free from the haunted
Free from the drag
Free from the falling
Free from my hand
And I'll be
Leaving the bowstring
Free from this land
Free from the worship
Free from my hands

They call me an escapist
A drifting vagabond
A dreamer with no resume
A doomed utopian
I've danced with the damned
I can't go back now
But you know that I will
Backslide



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