Soviet history student
Dressed like an overthrown tsar
Say so long to your money worries
Swan songs sail out your guitar

You know I'd do it
You know I’ve done it before
This indiscretion
When I was twenty and four

Pushing daisies in delicate hands
And finding my way
To stave off the sun
The shame beat the drum

Fool’s gold
All told all I offer now
Is plain train stations
No destinations

And it’s not easy to say
But I’ve won the hardest way
And there’ll be no conversation
One dirt road, no explanation

So be it, history student
Volunteer on my star
You can make me shine like a bad pеnny
You can cry for a while on my scar
You know I'd do it
You know I’ve done it bеfore
The acceleration
Your slam of the door

Pushing daisies in delicate hands
And leaving my trace
On another hand-me-down muse in disgrace

Fool’s gold
All told all I offer now
Is old flirtations
Devastations

And it’s not easy to say
But I’ve won the hardest way
And there’ll be no conversation
One dirt road, no explanation

And it’s not easy to say
But I’ve won the hardest way
And there’ll be no conversation
One dirt road, no explanation

So think not of me a saint
And think not of me again
For there’ll be no conversation
One dirt road, no explanation