Lyrics:

"Howdy, Lem" my grandpa said
With his eyes closed
Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A life before doubt

I smell the engine grease
And mints the wind is blending
Under the moan of rotting elm
In the silo floor

Down a hill of pine tree quills
We made our way
To the bottom and the ferns where the thick moss grows
Beside a stream

Under the rocks are snails
And we can fill our pockets
And let them go one by one all day
In a brand new place

You were no ordinary drain
On her defenses
She was no ordinary girl
Oh, inverted world

If every moment of our lives
Were cradled softly
In the hands of a strange and gentle child
I'd not roll my eyes so