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