When I walk by
On the fourth of july
I am tripping through the junkyard
But jason smiled at me
I have in iowa
Then we go back home
He don't ask me
And he'll be seven
And he'll be seven
Where I'm from
His hand flapping behind him
My path through iowa would be
So there goes the only friend
I know he's watching me
He lives in the last trailer on the right
He showed me his squirrel skull
Scanning over the piles
I told him I locked myself out of my car
So I invite myself in
All the adults in this town
Here alone
He lives in the last trailer on the right
His name is jason
He says his name is jason
Go right to the way things are
Only the people who live here
His eyes are small and shy on my back
Know the name of this place
I can see him through the cracks
Through a hole in the fence
The thin cats raise their skin in defense
Hard to trace
He met my eye
Try not to frown
We cut out the small talk
Waving good-bye
Or why I came
We all go looking for paradise
