40 Years Lyrics - Counting Crows

I was born in the jungle 

With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air 

I was born in a white hole 

And I can't believe the colors here, they stalk on a circle 

I've never been blessed with elephant's memory 

I'm riding a red line nowhere 

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for 

If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away 

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir 

If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain 

I was born in a good home 

Where the rising cost of raising children was not a factor 

And you can't believe the things it does to me 

I'm filled with the white noise 

Well, I never did much of anything anyway 

Jump n a big train nowhere on a big train nowhere 

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for 

If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away 

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir 

If it takes 40 years, I'll walk the thunder and the rain 

I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience 

Maybe raise some children 

I wanna get me a good wife, with a garden 

Garden, garden, garden 

And I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television 

I'll start me a new life somewhere 

I was born on a warm night 

On the right coast, southeastern America 

Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear 

I'll fly me a white plane over water, over blue and green 

And land in the ocean somewhere