Versuri 4th Of July

 
you gotta have the right tools 
for every job 
so I invite myself in 
through a hole in the fence 
I am tripping through the junkyard 
scanning over the piles 
the thin cats raise their skin in defense 
I know he's watching me 
I can see him through the cracks 
his eyes are small and shy on my back 
he says his name is jason 
he lives in the last trailer on the right 
and he'll be seven 
on the fourth of july 
 
only the people who live here 
know the name of this place 
my path through iowa would be 
hard to trace 
all the adults in this town 
try not to frown 
when I walk by 
but jason smiled at me 
he met my eye 
 
he don't ask me 
where I'm from 
or why I came 
here alone 
we all go looking for paradise 
then we go back home 
we cut out the small talk 
go right to the way things are 
he showed me his squirrel skull 
I told him I locked myself out of my car 
 
so there goes the only friend 
I have in iowa 
his hand flapping behind him 
waving good-bye 
his name is jason 
he lives in the last trailer on the right 
and he'll be seven 
on the fourth of july