It is sunday in the afternoon
And my mom is making wipe down the sliding glass doors
I wipe off the last of the residue and i look out over the golf course
I am thinking about my family up in buffalo
And how they're just waiting for the snow to melt
It's an unchanging world that you
And i live in but i'm a young man so i must be moving on
There is something quite uncomfortable about living so far south
It's just that nothing ever changes
And no one ever teaches their kids to put the snow directly into their mouth
I know that i sound quite ungrateful for what i've been given
But you must understand that i am a man
Can't understand the plan, my lifespan
There is something quite uncomfortable about living so far south
It's just that nothing ever changes
And no one ever teaches their kids to put the snow directly into their house
I hear you in the bathroom and you are not alone
I'm an 18wheeler, i'm the Georgia Rambler
I get my kicks off of living by the plans that you f*cked up again
I'm an 18wheeler, i'm a 49er
I get my kicks off of living off the land that you f*cked up again