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