but I was hiding

and all across the mountain
they went searching for my ghost
but I was hiding

I think I could never love another girl

I may find her by the phone but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again
They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
I think I could never love another girl

It still comes roaring back

You can drive out Nature with a pitch fork
It still comes roaring back