Lyrics:

Wake in the morning,
we been talking
about reflection and sitting on a tree. Heard what you said though,
moving southward
to apartment no body can leave.
Sun has woken,
up above there
from the beach light
staring at me.
A mirror, a mountain,
standing beer cans,
honey go there and there they be.
Hear them talkin' about me well,
I ain't no daughter of these halls,
I'm just myself
and no one else.
Hear them talkin' about me well,
and I date the youngest of three
but no one cares.
Let curses be cured down here...'