Spreadin grout, trippin out Yellow squeegee, trowel Broken up, feeling stuff Learn to cry it out Makin plans, mixin sand Workin with my dad Messin up, scrape it up Sorry dad, my bad Losin you, the truth I knew Lost you on the road Canyon land, golden sand Hey New Mexico Backseat moods, come unglued Thought enough to choose My own rules, my own tools To live without a home We learn through these Moments of rearranging