Glass Jar

Sippin dandelions on the late evening

Call me from your parents phone and your crying

Ever wonder if we'll make it out of here

Well baby there's a way so don't you fear

Small town truths and big town lies

Don't you cry it'll be alright

Look up at the blue sky all the trees and butterflies

Or maybe your looking at those big city lights

With that glass jar you filled up with change

Thinking maybe it'll actually do something