My Back Pages - The Byrds

Crimson flames tied through my ears

Throwin' high and mighty traps

Countless fire and flaming road

Using ideas as my maps

"We'll meet on edges soon " said I

Proud 'neath heated brow

Ah but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth

"Rip down all hate " I screamed

Lies that life is black and white

Spoke from my skull I dreamed

Romantic flanks of musketeers

Foundation deep somehow

Ah but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

In a soldier's stance I aimed my hand

At the mongrel dogs who teach

Fearing not I'd become my enemy

In the instant that I preach

My pathway led by confusion boats

Mutiny from stern to bow

Ah but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

Ah but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now

My guard stood hard when abstract threats

Too noble to neglect

Deceived me into thinking

I had something to protect

Good and bad I define these terms

Quite clear no doubt somehow

Ah but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now