Souvenirs, polygraph tests, photographs fresh from the wreck

What a poster saint he'll make in one take, one take
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Every line is in the song, follow me out of the fall
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Follow me
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
Moving on, don't belong, my life turned into a mall
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
The bands are sharp but the singers slow everything must go
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
Turning love into a chore promises come cheap dear reader
Another page, another door, follow, follow me
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
What an actor, what a show, going through some holy motions

I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me