Turning 21 - Palehound

And my father

Got remarried, to a teacher

He’s back on loving

I hear 'em laughing in the mornings

And my mother

Bought a truck, and sold it all

To live in Wyoming

The winter water’s a strange thing

But you will always be a week away

From turning 21

I’ve been working in a warehouse

Filled with books

Boxing the classics

Judging covers by habit

Ride the bus home

Watch the driver change his evening

I see my hunger

On the faces of others

'Cause you will always be a week away

From turning 21

You will always be a week away

From turning 21

Skate down the street where

Stands the house that I grew up

In the driveway’s a sports car

I will stick to the fresh tar