There's a driveway conversation
Between two neighbours
Where one feels comfortable
Expressing his opinion
Or what he thinks is his opinion

Can we just talk about the weather
And how some rain would really help the grass grow?
I'm tired of conversations with this geriatric asshole

And he says: This is how we grow, we disagree
But the growth you need would take too much from me
So I walk away and call him a dick
Spitting mad about how backward that generation is

Then it hits me
Yeah, there it is
I'm painting him with thicker strokes
Just as broad as his
He's still a dick
Yeah, but so am I
So I curse at him under my breath
Every time that he walks by

Oh, man, I miss Pete
When I lived across town, he lived across the street
When the plough went by he'd be there with a shovel to dig me out
Two bad knees, no big trouble
Dig me out
Dig me out
Dig me out

Dig me out of this conversation
Where I am inundated with misinformation
It's Covid
Vaccines
Communist tyrants
He's using these big words
But can't quite define them
And he says: Kids these days are lazy, go out and get a job
Oh cause there's all these fucking jobs to get
And if they find them, they barely pay the rent

So I have to remind him
To get everything you have
They have to work twice as hard as you did
Or maybe more
I'll be damned if I stand in the way of anyone
I'd rather open the door

On your way out of this world
Please remember
You don't know a goddamn thing at all

Oh, man, I miss Pete
When I lived across town, he lived across the street
When the plough went by he'd be there with a shovel to dig me out
He had two bad knees
It was no big trouble
Dig me out
Dig me out
Dig me

I know you see them as a threat
But try not to forget
If you put kindness in the world
It's kindness that you get
But if everything inside you is just bitterness and grey
Congratufuckinglations
You're a tired old cliche
Dig me out of this hole
What you need ain't no big trouble
I'll help to dig you out
I'll dig you out

So you can build a fence around your garden
To try and keep the deer out
So you can grow more fruit than you can eat
Or you can tear the fence down
And enjoy their graceful nature knowing
You did the best thing for the street

So clutch your pearls in a warm grave
And think of everything you made
And count up every cent you saved
Who'd you save them from?
So clutch your pearls in a warm grave
Why are you so goddamn afraid?
It's hard to effect a major change
But you can change your dated ways

When I close my door he goes away
As the conversation in my head replays
There's no room in his heart for any doubt
Because he thinks no one ever helped to dig him out

I'll dig you out

There's a conversation in a driveway
One I hope I'm having someday
With someone different
Someone more enlightened
I don't want to grow old and jaded
Arrogant delusional and full of hatred
Acting like a dick because I can't admit that I am frightened