Richie and Austen are often along for the rideThey don't say a lot, but they know every inch of this driveThese trees started talkin', I bet you they'd only talk shit'Cause we never do anythin' real, we just talk about itEndin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to dieAll the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every timeAnd I thought gettin' older meant knowin' it's too late to tryAnd I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did bettеr this time
Ooh, hmOoh, hmOoh, hmOoh, hm
Oh, everythin' you see out hеre will dieOh, it's a matter of time'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights'Til it's our town, mm
And anythin' you need, I will provideA ride home or an alibiI know the traffic light you can speed right by'Cause the camera's downAnd I follow New York plates to the county lineI ignore 'em when they wave on 89The minute that September hitsI'm goin' off my medicine, ohLate August angst and a pointless nightOh, and the feelin' of bein' aliveFor the first time in a long time
Oh, we're a drawin' of a placeWe're a photo on the fridgeThey mined copper for yearsOh, there was nothin' left to digIt's a place where most kidsJust grow up and have kidsWho grow up and have kidsWho build homes for the rich, oh
Oh, everythin' you see out here will dieOh, it's a matter of time'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights'Til it's our town
'Til it's our town'Til it's our townAnd it's our town'Cause it's ours now
05072A long shadow