We were born night owls
 The warm makes our eyes glow
 Summer makes our heads spin
 And the smell of hot pavement
 Making rain rise like spirits
 Holy water still freezes to winter
 We drink from the sprinklers
 The neighborhood left on
 And use them as metronomes
 For our walk home
 For our walk home

 Just do what you can to do what you love
 And be mindful when someone out there gives a [bad word]  I don't where I'm going
 But it's where I want to be
 It's where I want to be

 Passing by this school yard
 There's a cavity you can't see
 Down at least two feet deep
 If it was our past inside of that box
 I wouldn't just bury it beneath
 I'd keep it locked
 My nativity scene would be the people sharing this floor
 Instead of a cave
 Let's head through the downstairs door
 Half-renovated basements make great men
 And they're great men

 Just do what you can to do what you love
 And be mindful when someone out there gives a [bad word]  I don't where I'm going
 But it's where I want to be
 It's where I want to be

 This place holds my attention like a presidential speech
 But makes my stomach like the college campus
 The first line was written on

 Just do what you can to do what you love
 And be mindful when someone out there gives a [bad word]  I don't where I'm going
 But it's where I want to be
 It's where I want to be
 It's where I want to be