Richie and Austen are
often along for the ride
They don't say a lot but they
know every inch of this drive
If these trees started talkin'
I bet you they'd only talk sh*t
'Cause we never do anything
real we just talk about it
Ending of August
The bugs are just startin' to die
All the neighbors are votin' for
someone who wins every time
And I thought gettin' older
meant knowin' it's too late to try
And I tried gettin' sober
I swear I did better this time
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Wo oh oh oh
Everything you see out here
will die
Oh it's a matter of time
'Til it's fields of ice
And reflector lights
'Til it's our town hm
Anything you need
I will provide
A ride home
Or an alibi
I know the traffic light
You can speed right by
'Cause the camera's down
And I follow New York plates
to the county line
I ignore 'em when they
wave on the 89
The minute that September hits
I'm goin' off my medicine oh
Late August angst
And a pointless night
Oh and the feelin' of bein' alive
For the first time in a long time
Oh we're a drawing of a place
We're a photo on the fridge
They mined copper for years
Oh there was nothin' left to dig
It's a place where most kids
Just grow up and have kids
Who grow up and have kids
Who build homes for the rich
Wo oh oh oh
Everything you see out here
will die
Oh it's a matter of time
'Til it's fields of ice
And reflector lights
'Til it's our town
'Til it's our town
'Til it's our town
And it's ours now
'Cause it's ours now
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The long shadow over us