The first one is free, the others take all you got
You'll hang from a tree
and I get to see them cut you down
A time to have fun, for you to fall on your face
I resign to the side
and I get to see you fade away
and knock the things I say
One day when this all has past
When I put my mind to rest
Then I'll see what we have done
but for now, you carry on
Pull me up by my heels
stare into the mirror there
I'm looking at you
and I get to see myself break down
while everything's still around
I know it's a lonely erosion
when you can't do what you want
So go down a road to the place where
the only direction is out
The last word is free
let's agree to disagree
wouldn't you like to be one I get to see
go all the way
without the chance to say,
"Carry on!"