Don't know what I'm chasing anymore
I sit outside and count the cracks on the porch
Sun hanging over a telephone wire
Burnt skin, my cheap attire
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Long summer shadows grow down the street
Shoes in the grass, I move with bare feet
Neighbors yelling out of tired screens
Trying to forget what the quiet means
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Pull my hood up, watch the Sun slide down
Memory collects in the heat of this town
Don't know what I'm chasing anymore
I sit outside and count the cracks on the porch
Sun hanging over a telephone wire
Burnt skin, my cheap attire
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh