Hardy Boys

There’s dust in my drink and there’s bugs in my hair
And there’s a ring in my ear, I guess there’s love in the air
There’s food in my teeth, there’s my mom on the phone
There’s a boy in the trees and there’s something real nice about being alone

I still find when I’m close to the coast
I get sleepy-eyed, I start moving too slow
I stayed here last night so that’s where we’ll begin
Whatever you think, this is not what you think

Let’s get one arm tan, let’s fucking do it
Let’s buy those tree-shaped things that makes cars smell like peppermint
Buy a tank full of gas, buy a book about zen
We’ll buy a bag full of weed if you can spot me a ten

And then there’s sun in my skin, there’s blood in my eye
There’s a chip in my tooth and there’s a pain in my side
There’s a speaker blown out, but there’s my favorite song on
And it wouldn’t sound bad if we all sing along

The way you braid your hair, I’ve seen it just once before
In an great museum, in a painting on the second floor
I know from my old broken bones just when it’s about to pour
And when it rains you dance to a record that skips in time with your hips

Let’s drink tea from a cup that was made for our mouths
Put on that sweat-stained shirt you don’t usually wear out
Collect dew on our necks from an overgrown lawn
Look through an old atlas, all the good roads are gone

So let’s read a yellow book about a big mystery
Speak in Hardy Boys slang about what it could be
I’m reminded of fights, I’m reminded of blood
I’m looking for a plane I look directly in the sun

The way that your voice breaks, I hear it when I am sleeping
In the muggy days, and I’m sweating so I’m not breathing
I’ve got the grass-stained knees when I’m waking up in the evening
And every night you sing with a guitar missing a few needless strings

I still spit when I’m trying to speak
I get all confused, I get sad for a week
I open my drapes and I open my mouth
I inhale a generation of dust from the South