My granddad's wooden cars and twine But the patio cracked all those times And those cars rolled heavy down the bloodline My grandma hung it on the line But the clothes were dry so I resigned And they don't dry unless you dry my eyes You're not alone as long as someone's home Cross my heart and hope to die Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry Ol black walnut and power lines are mixed in But I'm on the boughs of blue skies They yell from the ground that I might die Ol Sumter are you in decline? As your light curls slowly cross the coastline And I am found You're not alone as long as someone's home Cross my heart and hope to die Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be I am my own colony with my best foot in front of me I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be Close your eyes in Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide