Lyrics My Back Pages - Eric Johnson
Crimson
flames
tied
through
my
ears
Rollin'
high
and
mighty
traps
Pounced
with
fire
on
flaming
roads
Using
ideas
as
my
maps
"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.
A
self-ordained
professor's
tongue
Too
serious
to
fool
Spouted
out
that
liberty
Is
just
equality
in
school
"Equality,"
I
spoke
the
word
As
if
a
wedding
vow.
Ah,
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
thinking
I
had
something
to
protect
Good
and
bad,
I
define
these
terms
Quite
clear,
no
doubt,
somehow.
Ah,
but
I
was
so
much
older
then,
I'm
younger
than
that
now.
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