Thank you very much.Thank you.I used to call, forgot them paths I used to crossPouring those bells down my drainYou might say I'm going insaneI've got bones in my closetI've got scars restoredI've got stories to tellI ain't gonna burn downI'm getting out of this townLord, break this spellI say to hell with all those yearsIt's time to changeChange course, shift my gearNo more calling at her doorHer and I love ain't me no moreReckon I'll find that boy of mineBest I recall he's eight or nineCan't go back and live those daysWhen it's done, it's doneIt's all inI've got bones in my closetI've got scars restoredReached in townI ain't gonna burn downI'm getting out of this townLord, break this spellI've got bones in my closetPlus they can't take it no moreI've lost wifes and friendsI've lost me fameAnd now I'm famousThey're in everything I've gotA-a-doubJust a feeling is my onlyI'm getting out of this townI'm getting out of this townHe's in thisendingI then waved the wispI've got bones in my closetI've got scars and stories to tellI ain't gonna burn downI'm getting out of this townI've got bones in my closetI've got scars and stories to tellI ain't gonna burn downI'm getting out of this townLord, break this downLord, break this down