4th Of July

You gotta have the right tools For every job so I invite myself in Through a hole in the fence I am tripping through the junkyard Scanning over the piles The thin cats raise their skin in defense I know he's watching me I can see him through the cracks His eyes are small and shy on my back He says his name is Jason He lives in the last trailer on the right And he'll be seven on the 4th of July Only the people who live here Know the name of this place My path through Iowa would be Hard to trace all the adults in this town Try not to frown When I walk by But Jason smiled at me He met my eye He don't ask me where I'm from Or why I came here alone We all go looking for paradise Then we go back home We cut out the small talk Go right to the way things are He showed me his squirrel skull I told him I locked myself out of my car So there goes the only friend I have in Iowa His hand flapping behind him Waving goodbye His name is Jason He lives in the last trailer on the right And he'll be seven On the 4th of July