Burnt orange

When I was seventeen
My blood was gasoline
No matter where I turned
I got my fingers burned
I wouldn't go back there if I could.

Then I turned twenty-one
No fear of anyone
I always let 'em know
If they were friend or foe
I wouldn't go back there if I could.

I remember very well.
Way back then I went through hell.

Always thought
I was smart,
Never played it from the heart.

I never listened to
My better's point of view
And though I wish I had
It ain't turned out so bad.
I wouldn't go back there if I could.

Don't ever go back there again.