It's okay that you forget
It's alright that you don't wanna remember
In your hands you've got a martyr's head in your mind
I know that's what you wish you were
Turn my blue sky black...
you're such a hard luck baby, yeah
That's what's the matter with you
But I could sleep through this
I am mystified as I am in it
If that's your ride, well then you ought to get it
It's just as if I wasn't dreaming
It's all the same, 'cause I still wake up screaming
Turn my blue sky black...
You're pilgrim in the boxcar
You can never look back too far
You can't ever look back
Turn my blue... I could sleep through anything