I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out
Trying hard to feel doubt
My book dropped to the ground
At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down
But they couldn't and they wouldn't have
They couldn't and they shouldn't have
But they could and they would have
I inherited a nature
In a language all worn out
And wallowed by the windows
At a rambling house at the edge of
What I couldn't have
I couldn't and I shouldn't have
I could and I should have
Someday you'll find a heaven
Full of the guilt and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Bordering what we can hope to have
Through the north woods
East out of this slow-motion town
Through the willows and the aspens
'Cos you've been weighed down
Full of what
You couldn't have
You couldn't and you shouldn't have
You could and you should have
Someday you'll find a heaven
Full of the guilt and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Bordering what we can hope
And from the first edition
Of East of Eden
You find a version of America
Born in what we can hope to have
Someday you'll find a heaven
Full of the guilt and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Bordering what we can hope