Lyrics Old Folks - Spook Houses

Old Folks

I threw up under that tree in high school
Always looking for, always looking for
Something nice or something alright
Alone under bedsheet covers
Driving around
Think of old friends underground
Remember yesterday, remember today
Think something nice or nothing alright
Driving silence isn’t silence
I went through that hole
Where old folks don’t go
I wrote my name there
I wrote my name there