And there's a driveway conversation between two neighbours

Where one feels comfortable expressing his opinion

Or what he thinks is his opinion

Can we just talk about the weather

And how some rain would really help the grass grow?

I'm tired of conversations with this geriatric asshole

And he says, "This is how we grow, we disagree"

But the growth you need would take too much from me

So I walk away and call him a dick

Spitting mad about how backward that generation is

Then it hit me

Yeah, there it is

I'm painting him with thicker strokes

Just as broad as his

He's still a dick

Yeah, but so am I

So I curse at him under my breath

Every time that he walks by

Oh man, I miss Pete

When I lived across town, he lived across the street

When the plough went by, he was there with a shovel to

Dig me out, dig me out, dig me out

Two bad knees, no big trouble

Dig me out, dig me out

Dig me out of this conversation

Where I am inundated with misinformation

It's COVID, vaccines, Communist tyrants

Using these big words but can't quite define them

And he says, "Kids these days are lazy, go out and get a job"

Oh, 'cause there's all these fucking jobs to get

And if they find them, they barely pay the rent

And so I have to remind him

To get everything you have

They have to work twice as hard as you did, or maybe more

And I'll be damned if I stand in the way of anyone

I'd rather open the door

And on your way out of this world

Please remember

You don't know a goddamn thing

Yes, on your way out of this world

Please remember

You don't know a goddamn thing at all

Oh man, I miss Pete

When I lived across town, he lived across the street

When the plough went by, he was there with a shovel to

Dig me out, dig me out, dig me out

Two bad knees, no big trouble

Dig me out, dig me out, dig me

I know you see them as a threat, but try not to forget

If you put kindness in the world, it's kindness that you get

But when everything inside you is just bitterness and grey

Congratu-fucking-lations, you're a tired old cliche

Dig me out of this hole

What you need ain't no big trouble

I'll help to dig you out

I'll dig you out

I'll dig you out

I'll dig you out

You can build a fence around the garden to try and keep the deer out

So you can grow more fruit than you can eat

Or you can tear the fence down and enjoy their graceful nature knowing

You did the best thing for the street

So clutch your pearls in a warm grave

And think of everything you made

And count up every cent you saved

Who'd you save them from?

So clutch your pearls in a warm grave

Why are you so goddamn afraid?

It's hard to affect any major change

But you can change your dated ways

And when I close my door, he goes away

As the conversation in my head replays

And there's no room in his heart for any doubt

'Cause no one ever helped to dig him out

I'll dig you out

There's a conversation in a driveway

One I hope I'm having someday

With someone different, someone more enlightened

So clutch your pearls

'Cause I don't want to get old and jaded

Arrogant, delusional and full of hatred

Acting like a dick because I can't admit that I am frightened