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Turn back to when Excedrin was just a funny word
Before I figured out my own body and how it worked
We lived in the scrubbed down part of town
Where God does his laundry and throws broken popsicle sticks
At those girls out front who believe in Jesus Christ
But they don't follow his advice
They shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins
Shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins

Look at those people out there
Such strange looks on their faces
Stumbling about, clutching suitcases
From rickety this to rackety that
Scraping grace from their soles
At golden surname laundrymats

So I'm setting off for places where voices echo free
Vespertine sidewalk lullabies hold the city's keys
Just tilting and whirling, waiting for June
For I knew where the moon kept her dobro
So I tickle a bug and I watch it run
Where folded worries hold no water

La la la
Turn back to when Excedrin was just a funny word   Before I figured out my own body and how it worked   We lived in the scrubbed down part of town    Where God does his laundry and throws broken popsicle sticks    At those girls out front who believe in Jesus Christ    But they don't follow his advice    They shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins   Shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins      Look at those people out there   Such strange looks on their faces    Stumbling about, clutching suitcases   From rickety this to rackety that    Scraping grace from their soles    At golden surname laundrymats      So I'm setting off for places where voices echo free   Vespertine sidewalk lullabies hold the city's keys   Just tilting and whirling, waiting for June   For I knew where the moon kept her dobro   So I tickle a bug and I watch it run   Where folded worries hold no water      La la la