Stuck in a mason jar where I sealed up my heart I take it out once a week to donate to charity
and through my old grey eyes I watch the colors change in the sky as the world slowly turns and they all collapse
don't hear them knocking at the door you forgive the one thing they just want more don't hear a word they try to say so do us a favor and go on your own way
and all my pictures fall apart and all my dogs have lost their bark while the leaves quickly change and leave me in their waste
and I know I do it to myself yes, I know I do it to myself old spirits hold tight but jump in when the temperature's right
don't hear them knocking at the door you forgive the one thing they just want more don't hear a word they try to say so do us a favor and go on your own way (on your own way)