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 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