Rollin in the Corolla Only sipping the cola All your lonely friends They be making amends down in Espanola Gonna rip the seat off Even turn the heat off Backroads with roses on the mound Where your cousin veered off If we ever get through the rushing water I know, I know, I know we'll make it all the way Holy water in the tumbler Forgetting names like a mumbler I'm getting humbler Oh, she's a bu*ton fumbla Up above me soars a rumbler There's miles to stumbler Nobody ever took home a grumbler Your mother don't give a damn what your father bought her She know, she know, she knows that we went all the way There's the clatter of a king-can clanking the ground Twenty stories up, you still hear the sound And the sun's up on top of the world Touching our faces in all the delicate places And there's all this beauty just screaming out It's like a goddamn forest 'bout ready to sprout It's cracking them floors and the grout I feel my tongue making shapes in my mouth I couldn't help but look down At my feet rocking back beneath me I wonder if they know how My heels could crush the city How the feeling in your body fills you up With joy