Richie and Austen are often along for the ride
They don't say a lot, but they know every inch of this drive
If these trees started talkin', I bet you they'd only talk shit
'Cause we never do anythin' real, we just talk about it
Endin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to die
All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time
And I thought gettin' older meant knowin' it's too late to try
And I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did better this time

Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm

Oh, everythin' you see out here will die
Oh, it's a matter of time
Till it's fields of ice and reflector lights
Till it's our town, mm

And anythin' you need, I will provide
A ride home or an alibi
I know the traffic light you can speed right by
'Cause the camera's down
And I follow New York plates to the county line
I ignore 'em when they wave on 89
The minute that September hits
I'm goin' off my medicine, oh
Late August angst and a pointless night
Oh, and the feelin' of bein' alive
For the first time in a long time

Oh, we're a drawin' of a place
We're a photo on the fridge
They mined copper for years
Oh, there was nothin' left to dig
It's a place where most kids
Just grow up and have kids
Who grow up and have kids
Who build homes for the rich, oh

Oh, everythin' you see out here will die
Oh, it's a matter of time
Till it's fields of ice and reflector lights
Till it's our town

Till it's our town
Till it's our town
And it's our town
'Cause it's ours now

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A long shadow