the moon told me my grave's fertile, but i told her i wasn't ready to go in yet. i said i had a lot of things to do before i could go. get on with it then, she replied. get on with it, move on, get going, move forward. i cannot do it. one foot before the other, but i'm walking backwards. i've got that dirty old punk soul, but love has never come through for me. i'd have demanded someone tell me my fortune if i wasn't hurting so much already, if i wasn't ruined, or destroyed, i simply cannot believe in my future. move move move, i heard. one foot before the other, but i’m walking backwards. i wanted you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear and that you’d never forget about me. i dreamed about us dancing and strolling languishingly by the river. get going. one foot before the other, but i'm walking backwards. your kisses were so sweet, even cotton candy tasted sourer, i didn't know what to do with you. i begged you to tell me and you told me to think of jolene. i said i will, darling, yes i will. but i didn't think to ask whether you thought of me as jolene or as the one singing to jolene. did you feel my heart? it started a familiar rhythm, jolene jolene. one foot next to the other, yet i am always going backwards. jolene jolene. one foot before the other, but i'm walking backwards into my fertile grave.