We've got nothing to do &
Nowhere to go
It's a quiet late afternoon
An orange ambient sky
+ you & I
Under the oak tree in
My family's ranch
Coming from toxic homes and
Chemical airs and dying American dreams
Coming from crying-baby apartments
And alcohol-bottle floors
Both laying down here thinking we
Hadn't had a fair chance
Until we found each other.
And as the sun sinks into the land
Our shade spreads out everywhere
And as the cars create a muffled roar
Just past the tree-line,
I think,
"Maybe one day we'll be
Anywhere but here"
a story