 I found a girl and we don't fit in here. Talk about how hard it is to breathe here. Even with the windows down, can't catch a southern breeze here. One of these days, gonna pack it up and leave here. Cause meanwhile, back at mama's, the porch lights on. Come on in if you wanna. Supper's on the stove and beer's in the fridge. The rest of us thinking out of our own ways.