So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I wrote my first song
Well they said it died easy of a broken record, record
As I listened through the speakers three

I seen the song comin' up at the MTV at noon
The long broken arm of a guitar
Now it always seemed such a waste
It always had a pretty face
So I wondered how it hung around this place

Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
A fiddle
But me & Cinderella
We wrote this song together
We can drive it home
With one fret yaa

She said it's old
It sounds like boring song
And I can't break away from this baracade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and dread
And I seen the song up ahead
At the fifty line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll sing until she's out of breath
She sing until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her little edge

(chorus)

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up tremolo
I play the guitar, but the guitar doesn't play
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, it ain't changed, but I know I this song ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the lines of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

(chorus)