1, 2, 3 2, 2, 3 They were lovely red flowers lining the trees And they smelled like perfume on the hand of a queen The car read "Just Married" on the back window The future was open, how could we ever have known? From South San Diego to Portland, Maine I have travelled this country, seeking my fame And through all the "what for's," the flames and trap doors Through which all of us fell, the stories that I cannot tell And I wish that I Now, the ocean tide's coming up with the moon I'm afraid we're all living at sea level, too And you're seeing this part of the tragedy through When the bottle will break, the cradle will fall down on you A second rate author of his own epitaph All this potent potential destroyed in the graph You think to yourself, "I'll get lucky at cards." But you don't even know who the hell that you are And i, still I wish that I was Born in the spring Son of a son of a son of a bitch Cause the daughter's are damned, that's the way that it is And nothing much changes out in the sun When the wine that you drink is the wine you become Oh, and you say, "Maybe, this time, I can dig out of this." So the family relents and you get yourself pissed And suddenly everyone has got some advice You sell their suggestions without thinking twice And the friends that I've had and the friends that I've made The friends that I've lost with my hapless mistakes And isn't it all just a slap in the face That no single person could take up the place of her? Still, I wish that I was Born in the spring Born in the spring Cause everyone's gone, we all die don't you know? Are you so disappointed that it all was a show? And the first love you had was the only thing real And what brought it together, in the end was the kill? And I, still I wish that I was Born in the spring