I think I know the kind of girls round here
Bite their thumb at me and say distasteful things
I can see them in their backyard limbo
Pray for rain on their parade
With my taste for poison apples
There I was, I was a jaded seventeen
It's just the weather giving me a headache
It's not my scene
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders
Once you have fallen, there's no changing track, I am no fighter
If you ever had an inkling, baby
All the trouble that my love would bring your way
Would you still have sought my understanding
Would you have cared to learn my name?
We are travellers in their cold country
Spoke the language but we didn't know the rules
Couldn't say that we had been mistaken
They knew it too
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders
Once you have fallen, there's no changing track, I am no fighter
But I know you never had your doubts about this
I had always thought someday I'd feel it
Maybe I was wrong to say I found it's
Not me it's you...
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders
Once you have fallen, there's no changing track, I am no fighter
We were backsliders, we were sliding back, we were backsliders
Once you have fallen, there's no changing track, I am no fighter
