My back pages - 1999 - remaster

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Rolling high and mighty traps

Pounced with fire on flamin' roads

Usin' ideas as my maps

We'll meet on edges soon said I

Proud 'neath heated brow

Ah, but I was so much older than

I'm younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth

Rip down all hate I screamed

Lies that life is black and white

Spoke from my skull I dreamed

Romantic facts of musketeers

Foundation deep somehow

Ah, but I was so much older than

I'm younger than that now

Girls faces formed the forward path

From phony jealousy

To memorizin' politics

Of ancient history

Flung down by corpse evangelists

Unthought of, though, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older than

I'm younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older than

I'm younger than that now

My guard stood hard

When abstract threats too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinkin'

I had somethin' to protect

Good and bad, I define these terms

Quite clear, no doubt, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older than

I'm younger than that now

I'm younger than that now

I'm younger than that now

I'm younger than that now

I'm younger than that now