What's gonna keep me from wading out into the Charles with rocks in my pockets now? What's gonna keep me from drinkin down the whole bottle and walkin off the edge of the world. Take a train out to Revere beach. Feel the sand beneath my feet. See the junkies with no teeth, watch the waterline recede. In the back of a car staring out at the stars there was an ache in your chest, now you're alone at the bars that you loathed as a kid. Wondering whatever happened to the convictions that warmed us, but they laid the trap and we backed right in. Walkin off the edge of the world now.