I find it hard to know why I'm talking lately And I found my heart somewhere over on East Street Where we got into a car, never looked back as the sun was rising in Mountains of cows, they were mad cause we were stealing shit You took a right, scratching second you never missed third So I found our light under a tree in our neighbors yard And we all cried wrapped around moonlight pine We all lied about not wanting to go backwards Over the backwoods Up around Mill Creek Turn after everything Turn after everything Turn after turn after turn