Gimme a ride into town so I can remind ‘em I’m still around.
Yell at windows, knock on doors, tie up the payphone at the corner store.
I’ve been alone in this old house, this country home too long.
Lost my shit out west just trying to get along, trying for so long.
So gimme a ride into town, remind me how that bullshit sounds.
When the lads, the beach kids, the good ol’ boys, run their mouths, ’cause I missed that noise.
It was wet there, it was strange and silent.
I lost my license when I was misunderstood.
I knew there was a chance I’d go hungry, but I didn’t know how good.
So gimme a ride into town. Let’s take some ounces off the pound.
I’ll sell my seeds to those in need of a good strong stone off backyard weed.
There’s no shame in coming back while I’m still young.
Most of us never left.
Still being stuck here on the farm is wearing thin.
I’m pickin’ out what I’ll be wearing when you come get me.
I’ve been out talking to my plants – it’s time for harvest.
Can’t stand to look at my parents.
Come get me I want to see who we can see.
I’ve been out walking in the woods and it’s all just trees and rocks and trees.
I know they know me, they know my name.
Everything here is still the same …
