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I picture Steve at the factory, his fingers feel like wireThere's got to be 'bout a million better ways to spend eleven hoursIn his head he's already quit, and when he finishes this shift watch him driveTo a place where the sky opens up and he sits with the crickets and writesOf stars over Washington, and knives in the frontI know you can only eat caterpillars for so long Before a beautiful butterfly emerges from your mouthAn emerald, an anthem, a songJon and Johnny, Eric and ISet a course for the north but we're only bringing our bikes See us pedal like devils across state linesSing to the crows and shout at the vanishing lightWell the Swiatlowski brothers better get up Find us lost in a river in southern VermontAlone in the forest, singing a chorus, fearlessThe hopeful and the unafraidThere's jobs and there's bills and there's brain cells to killTonight let's abandon the barsThere's Cumberland Farms and its parking lot charmsTonight we'll surrender our carsAnd lay in back yards with thrift store guitarsWear poison ivy like battle scars of a summer where I know we tried so hardAnd it wasn't a fight, but we won From Letras Mania