| My mom’d give me twenty and say stay out till dawn
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| When her boyfriend was over and they wanted me gone
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| I would walk through the woods to the old graveyard
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| And roll my own tops and think two kind of a thoughts
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| Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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| I don’t know
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| That was the summer dave’s girlfriend OD’ed
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| She died in the bathroom at a party down the street
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| I went to see him the next night, he had a new tattoo
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| He was watching home movies of her
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| His face was wet, he looked so confused
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| They had a funeral for her
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| The preacher said she was with the Lord
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| There were lots of pictures of her
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| Taped to a poster board
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| Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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| I don’t know
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| Are we high enough to clear this place?
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| I don’t know
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| Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light
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| High school halls and shopping malls never fit me right
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| But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand
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| When I’d hear that sound and put the pedal down
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| I wound up that fall in a hospital
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| On the suicide wing with a lot of people thinkin' one thing
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| They had a sign on the wall that said no touching at all
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| There were screams in the dark, nurses running down the hall
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| On the night that I got there they showered me and searched me hard
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| Then they took me to my little room overlooking a graveyard
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| When I opened my eyes I was strapped to the bed
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| There was a needle in my arm, part of me was gone
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| Then they took us outside in our slippers and gowns
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| To play basketball on the blacktop, the ball just bounced till it stopped
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| Are we high enough to clear these trees?
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| I don’t know
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| Are we high enough to clear this place?
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| I don’t know
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| Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light
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| High school halls and shopping malls never did me right
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| But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand
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| When I’d hear that sound and put the pedal down
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| When the leaves were wet behind the old duplex
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| We used to run at night naked through the trees
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| And you would lean back against me and I would try to stay soft
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| We’d listen to the engines as the planes took off |