The Rats

So here’s to the rats who live in the rocks
On the banks of the Arkansas
Tell me where will you go when the winter freeze comes
And will you stay there until the spring thaws?

Look at this mess we have made
Just look at this mess we have made of our lives
Would you at this mess we have made?

And here’s to cicadas and long hours on the porch
A flood in your bedroom from the heavy rainstorm
And here’s to fireflies lit up like stars in the night
Racing bikes fast under the pale moonlight

But will you look at this mess we have made?
Just look at this mess we have made of our lives
Would you look at this mess we have made?

Tell me where will you go when the winter freeze comes
And will you stay there until the spring thaws?
And do you remember her last certain words
She slammed the door and said “fuck off”

Look at this mess we have made
Just look at this mess we have made of our lives
Would you look at this mess we have made?
Just look at this mess we have made