40 Years Counting Crows

[Verse 1]
I was born in the jungle
The sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole
And I can't believe the colors here today
Stalk on a circle
Well, I've never been blessed with elephant's memory
I'm riding a red line nowhere

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 on a big train nowhere

[Chorus]