There's a soft sound sighing in the sycamores
You harbinger of mourning, good morning
They can't break you now
You were loving in the ruins of an idle night
It came without no warning, good morning
They can't break you now
You were lost out on fifth street
On the wrong side of history
This ain't just like before, not on your life
Not anymore, no

She wears her heart on the bumper of her CRV
And her sleeves are torn and tattered
No matter, they can't break you now
The suicidal writers taught you how to live
And you couldn't get no sadder, no matter
They can't break you now
Then she told you you were handsome
As the night slipped through the transom
Just begging you to say, take all your things
Let's get away now

And all you are is all you're left to be anymore

Running downstairs in your cap and gown
Through your four-room mausoleum
You've seen them,
They can't break you now
For what cares the world for the name of kings
When your golden crown is faded
You've made it
They can't break you now
Just getting used to the feeling
Like your head's up on the ceiling
Just take it like a man
I knew you could, I know you can now