Driving down to Ritter Springs
Window's open and the air is clean
I tuck my hair behind my ears
A cool breeze whispers fall is near
It takes me by the hand
And reminds me who I am
Going to the corner store
Buying smokes but I don't smoke anymore
The man in front of me's testing his luck
He's scratching scratch-off tickets
He wants to buy a new truck
Take his family on vacation
This man doesn't wanna work anymore
And who can really blame him?
My father did the same before
Instead of lottery tickets and new trucks
It was fatherly lies and quick fucks
But you say "it's okay,
We're gonna give it back to 'em
Cause one day one day
We will have chickens"