Lyrics Turning 21 - Jam in the Van, Palehound

Turning 21

And my father
Got remarried, to a teacher
He’s back on loving
I hear 'em laughing in the mornings
And my mother
Bought a truck, and sold it all
To live in Wyoming
The winter water’s a strange thing
But you will always be a week away
From turning 21
I’ve been working in a warehouse
Filled with books
Boxing the classics
Judging covers by habit
Ride the bus home
Watch the driver change his evening
I see my hunger
On the faces of others
'Cause you will always be a week away
From turning 21
You will always be a week away
From turning 21
Skate down the street where
Stands the house that I grew up
In the driveway’s a sports car
I will stick to the fresh tar