Borrowed Bones

Well, on that river bank
On the 4th and St. Patrick's Day
Well, I saw the truth and it shook my faith
She and I were born to change
And Tennessee, you thief
Well, you took what I believed
And you showed me things that I'd rather not see
That everyone eventually must leave

And as I watched the moon undress
Well, I heard the stars profess
Some things are better left unsaid
When it dies, don't look back on it
But out here on the road between Georgia and Chicago
I found a pardon in my soul for everything
For even things unknown

So in a body made of borrowed bones
I am learning to forgive
I am learning to forgive
'Cause I still have a ghost that haunts my home
And she gave birth to bitterness
But in the trenches of this war zone
I know that someday I'll forget
And I'll set fire to these borrowed bones
And rid myself of selfishness