Field Trips Lyrics

I got rocks in my shoes

Think I've got them walking with you

Take them off and dump them out

Lay back down and watch the clouds

I remember when we were younger

Told our friends that we were brothers

Water guns and vibrant colors, Sidewalk cracks can hurt your mother

I'm stuck in-between

I need my caffeine

Cellophane and window panes

And things that lie in color

Sidewalk, scooters, no computers

Do it for a dollar

I've thought about it since last week

Sometimes it makes it hard to speak

My arms are sore, I want her more

But I've been on a losing streak

I got rocks in my shoes

Think I've got them walking with you

Take them off and dump them out

Lay back down and watch the clouds

I remember when we were younger

Told our friends that we were brothers

Water guns and vibrant colors, Sidewalk cracks can hurt your mother

Poets know it, and I

Over show it when I

Set a bar, and then I

Go below it

They say that we are getting older

So is the Devil on my shoulder

Light a fire cus the days are getting colder.