Life in the Hinterlands

80 degrees 2 hours past sunset

80 miles an hour cause I'm on my own

Crying to American Girl on the radio

I've seen my share of Brooklyn tumbleweeds

I'm always in my car at 2 am

Always got an hour and a low RPM

Life in the hinterlands

Life on the outskirts of everything

I know a boy with a ginger beard

He drives around in a beat up red Beetle

Cruising under fast food signs and bowling for seagulls

New York to Nyack may feel like a hundred miles

But New York to 1noyac will have you out your mind

Up and down the same old roads gets you feeling real unkind

Life in the hinterlands

Life on the outskirts of everything

Life in the hinterlands

Life on the outskirts

Life in the hinterlands

Life on the outskirts