Laurels

I used to wear your laurels
I used to wear your laurels, uh-huh
(How did you replace them?)
I built myself a world
I broke one down and built myself another world

I used to call your name
I used to hold your wooden heart
And run my finger with the grain
Until there's splinters in the curl of my palm
I wore your laurels, I am one, but I used to be plural

I used to be well-fed
I used to have a place to lay my weary head
(Where have you been sleeping?)
Down in the riverbed
Both wet and wild, I am both living and I'm dead

I used to know the time
And place a night would bring me to
I used to have a little room
I used to have guitars to tune
I used to have a bed, but now I've packed it up and headed out west

Well, it's high time, something on my mind
Got a word to write, got a book to bind
We were hitting the road, coast to coast
Got a wagon and a wheel and a heart for the world
I used to live in fear
I used to wear your laurels

I used to throw a fit any time
He'd sit within one hundred yards
(Do you have a lot of enemies?)
Well, I've got one or two
There's Kennedy, Tim, that prairie boy, and then there's you, woah

I used to go so low
Down to the bottom you could say
I'd trade my power for the rage
I breathe in air and out a flame
A raging alchemist, I threw a fit but now I'm giving it a rest

Well, it's high time, something on my mind
Got a word to write, got a book to bind
We were hitting the road, coast to coast
Got a wagon and a wheel and a heart for the world
I used to live in fear
I used to wear your laurels