broken

i was high, left blowin' in the wind. i was golden, i was yours. and i fall on down, down, down. i'll be broken, a hundred lives beyond tradition. please make sure that it's your own. to find yourself, oh, lost again. one last time, oh. i may never do you proud. that's the case, and i know i'm to blame. if i'm never gon' do you proud, well, i'm sorry, shun the name, and i fall on down, down, down. i'll be broken. and i miss your garden jeans, on the bones beneath the beams, your charms, your patience, i must never waste these.