Run past the heather and down to the old road

i wrote it so you have to read it (somewhere in middle america)

 

It’s hard to feel American

Driving a Japanese car.

It would be like cheating on my wife

If I drove down there tonight

In anything but a Chevrolet

Or perhaps a Chrysler.

It would have to be red

That’s not even up for debate.

I know a chicken farmer out that way

I can all but guarantee

He doesn’t remember me,

And I’m fine with that. 

I never had one of those jackets

The football players wear.

Maybe because it’s unnecessary.

That made the difference

And why we didn’t

Fly to California

To go to film school

Because we had something to say.

We’re still here

Living the uninteresting lives

Of the huddled masses,

And smoking outside the mall.