I sit in the shade of your old apple
orchard I watch your big trucks rolling
by now I share a grape soda with
a man from Dakota I've seen a June bug
in July now
I'm a drifter, I'm a loner I've seen
every city in town now I pass by here
and I'll die here Some stranger will
lower me down
I play basketball through the hoop
of a barrel I struggle to learn how to
swim now I used to think maybe I
once was a baby I only pretend I was
him now
I envy the ship sailing out of your
harbours I swap dirty jokes with
your butchers and barbers I think silent
thoughts while the jukebox is playing And
all of the time my own heart is saying
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