And my father Got remarried, to a teacher He’s back on loving I hear ’em laughing in the mornings And my mother Bought a truck, and sold it all To live in Wyoming The winter water’s a strange thing
But you will always be a week away From turning 21
I’ve been working in a warehouse Filled with books Boxing the classics Judging covers by habit Ride the bus home Watch the driver change his evening I see my hunger On the faces of others
‘Cause you will always be a week away From turning 21 You will always be a week away From turning 21
Skate down the street where Stands the house that I grew up In the driveway’s a sports car I will stick to the fresh tar