You'll come home I'll be sitting in the living room waiting That's what I've been doing lately I know that you want me to come out with you New York looks good, but can I handle I go down Harlem River exit 19, past the school I bought some juice and trail mix Time two, everything was perfect We went out and got drunk And bought some fruit and cookies Walked down 146th And I wish we had your car To not find a parking spot Well, I go down Harlem River exit 19, pick you up Use your lips to remind me how soon is now Up the pine soaked stairs to your bedroom I'll be back next weekend, dream through ♪ Here lies the son of the country, cow patch Tries to cross the bridge and he drives right into it Take his ashes to the fountain Where they dance in the water Garden, in the shade Where you lie in the dirt Climb up to the roof With the tar and the feather On the balcony Where he's finally here for you