What you know, or think you know, from all of your experience

A backfire, and church choir, the kind of thing, indifference

Not coming up, the roots are deep, and talk is cheap

Nobody's listening, vandalized, and criticized

The knots won't loosen, so just cut them

Written down, an old idea, a crooked line, a crooked tree

A city smashed from common looks, and then write it down in empty books

The jump is hot, the meat is fresh, you've barely moved

But you're out of breath, not victory, but it still feels good to walk around the neighborhood

Here we are, enjoy yourself, another day finished and on the shelf

Here we are, enjoy yourself

Here we are, enjoy yourself, another day finished and on the shelf

Here we are, enjoy yourself