Safety-pinned Heart

I rolled with the upstarts, traded breath on North Queen Street l
Led by our emotions and the chance to mean something
I curse the reverb in my ears when I get lonely
And beat down by the ambition that never let me go
Singing for gold, in this neverending wasteland
Turn up the forgotten, revive what’s been undone
Wide-eyed kid in wonder, safety-pinned heart on my sleeve
Seventeen in San Francisco; born to shed naivety
I roam the echos of my mind when I get lonely
And caught up the details of to have and have not
Singing for gold, in this neverending wasteland
Turn up the forgotten, revive what’s been undone
Singing for gold, in this neverending wasteland
Who knows how far I’ll be
When the cadence buries me
I’m singing for gold
Glory’s so fast to be sold
When you live in fear of growing old
And missing out on your fame and fortune
Singing for gold, in this neverending wasteland
Turn up the forgotten, revive what’s been undone
Singing for gold, in this neverending wasteland
Who knows how far I’ll be
When the cadence buries me
I’m singing for gold