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V1)Sing through golden forests chasing rainbows

sitting on the old log drinking demon-eyed tea

watch as Roger the ant is turning carwheels

happy with his own life full of simplicity



Ch)He ain't gonna turn around

Ain't gonna ever look back

Waits 'till he hears the sound

of the backdoor slam



V2)High atop the mountain theres a treasure

who'll find it first,well nobody knows

but if you search,please beware of stormy weather

you'll cry when you feel that eastern wind blow



Ch)But please don't turn around

Please don't ever look back

Wait 'till you hear the sound

of the backdoor slam



V3)Sweet Matilda kissed me on the stairwell

gave me a feeling like none before

next morning,ringing of the school bell

reminded me that I needed some more



Ch)But I won't turn around

I won't ever look back

I'll Wait 'till I hear the sound

of the backdoor slam











I remember in the winter how we froze all night

searching for some shelter neath the brisk moonlight

I miss those days waking to the morning's frost

ain't it a jip we can't flip whats already been tossed

ain't it a sin we can't win whats already been lost



but summer came soon enough to warm us up



but they did just like the dusk kills the dawn

and ain't it sad the love we had is all but gone

and ain't it hard to heal the scars and just move on



I can still remember sitting in Spetembers foggy haze

the night you gave gave me the letter explaining it would be better if we went our seperate ways

and I went to sleep in a king size bed not knowing if I was live or dead with the echoes of your voice ringing in my head



ain't it a crime we can't find the time to begin

ain't it a shame its all a game that we can't win



and ain't it sad the love we had is all but gone

and ain't it hard to heal the scars and just move on