Turning 21

And my father Got remarried, to a teacher He's back on loving I hear 'em laughing in the mornings And my mother Bought a truck, and sold it all To live in Wyoming Been learning love is a strange thing But you will always be a week away From turning 21 I've been working in a warehouse Filled with books Been boxing the classics Judging covers by habit Ride the bus home Watch the driver chew his evening I see my hunger On the faces of others 'Cause you will always be a week away From turning 21 You will always be a week away From turning 21 Skate down the street where Stands the house that I grew up In the driveway's a sports car My wheels stick to the fresh tar