WORDS

and

BACK WHEN I WAS OLD 

Back when I was old, 

I could not say what was on my mind from day to day. 

Oh, my blood ran thick, my skin turned grey. 

All the doors were locked, keys tossed away. 

 

I will be watchful of your lips. That crafty smile you 

crack. 

I will keep watching mirrors. I don’t want a bullet in the 

back. 

I will not break the hand of Fate. I will not build a wall 

of hate. 

I will not speak. I will not breathe. You have my word... 

 

Back when I was old, 

I could not say what was on my mind from day to day. 

Oh, my blood ran thick, my skin turned grey. 

All the doors were locked, keys tossed away. 

 

I will be pure in thought and deed. I would not dream 

of money. 

I will be Jesus if I bleed. The red flows out like honey. 

I will not ever change my name. I will not play a 

sucker’s game. 

I will not rip. I will not tear. I’m perfect just like you. 

 

On the edge of appetite. I’m frozen to the spot. 

My mind plays funny tricks on you. I’m running cold 

and hot. Yeah. 

 

Back when I was old, 

I could not say what was on my mind from day to day. 

Oh, my blood ran thick, my skin turned grey. 

All the doors were locked, keys tossed away. 

Back when I was old.

 

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Keys, Vocals

Foust - Drums 

Kent Besocke - Bass

 

Today Was Different:

Michael Braun - Drums

Eric Hill - Accordion

JVA - Lead Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards

Peter Connor / Jason Owens - Clarinets

Horns arranged by Dave Cooper