Songtexte My Back Pages - Live - The Byrds

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Countless fire in flamin' road
Using ideas as my map
"We'll meet on edges, soon", said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Yeah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinkin'
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
But I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now