Think I’ll be around here for a year or two

And if we work all day and night, we’ll be alright

Can’t discern just wear I’m bound

I know it’s best when she’s around

But we’re not in the same town

 

Some people do get married

Some prefer ballet

We’re just two people in a play

An American play

It’s a classic one

It’s the dream

 

Outside there’s a mighty fine road

I wanna go where I wanna go

But I’d miss her so badly, you know?

No idea what I'm talkin’ about

All these words are comin’ out my mouth

And I don’t think half as much as I used to

She don’t think in silence like the people in my family do

 

No, she’s used to things like that

Pulling details from her past

Pulling splinters

In a cabin, wooden floors

Have a cry, don’t know what for

You got a splinter

 

The year before we married,

we didn't spend a dime

we were wise and dotted all our i's

it can be like that

if we want it to persist

but in those days you could afford an education if you worked a summer job

 

she's been to so many biomes

when she says she's born to roam

i don't get it

when i don't know where the road goes

it always leads right back to home

to that place that i remember

To Quaker Oats and Steak-Umm Steaks

Auntie Anns and Tastycakes

Some people move to the country

Some have student loans

Some don’t even have a home

Others worked the Yards

The Chicago Stock Yards

It got bad, so they closed

 

The city lights are blinding bright

The flame of hope keeps us warm through the winter