Let me tell you about a place that I've been before
it lies behind that old locked door
it looks like a page out of paradise
but only half as good at twice the price

And I laugh at what we've become
and I smile at the way things have gone
trying to lift the man up from his knees
trying to find the forest for the trees
the forest for the trees

Let me tell you about a friend that I once knew
I believe he lived next door to you
he held it tight inside his shell
and then one day the axe just fell

Let me tell you about another time
about the sweetest spot in its early prime
if the memory is all you lack
just open your eyes cause you can never go back.