No Return - Classics of Love

I see you there unwilling to look into the trick

Even as you stumble through it with your mind on barroom kicks

I don’t know what you’re doing, only know the things I’ve done

It’s not a question of morals, when the cold momentum comes

You’ll get the scars you earn, never get the ones you want

No matter where you go, these things will follow you

Let me be the first to tell you: there’s no return

Believe me when I tell you, these things will trail you back

Every one of the bullets that grazed you will not fall from your track

This party has terrible stains that soak right through your vest

You are not the first searcher picking shrapnel from your chest

So if you plan to die young, better think about what happens if you survive

No matter where you go, these things will follow you

Let me be the first to tell you: there’s no return

It always seems like, by the time they hit the lights

You’ll find a way to drag yourself back home