And you were born in Roanoke We tore paths in rooke wheat(?) and sand dune, clean reps And in this spot, well here goes innocence And endless summers It's not meant for the first time And there we started the sleepwalking snore Work made your voice horse, t shirt tied Gave us a spot on the couch fingers that had loser callouses And if you say I'm dissappointed I was broke at your age and I'm alright now We calmly crowded eerie shores I'll pepper the girls in warning signs If you say we don't know anything It was here I was burned, shrinking lot, Convening with the snow of on the rocks So keep your hand on the dollar And a dime for every pill