I want to see you some time, come find me, I’ll be home
I’m just between the Costco and the Barnes and Noble
Behind the Mom and Pop grocery that shut down in the 90’s
Like all the other locals, they smashed the dreams of the hopeful
I’m getting off track, sorry. So, like I said, right in there
It was a Fredrick Meyers, sold everything from fruit to tires
Check in with the doorman, and old biker named Slim
Just say your’re here to see me and don’t forget to tip him
One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover
We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Drive go-karts like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
Bring a lantern with you, it gets dark in places
Walk up the escalator to the section that was kid’s wear
I’m at the back wall, left side, under a sign says “Levis”
Top bunk, second row. If I’m not in right then ask around
Somebody will know
‘Cause everybody knows me here
One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover
We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Drive go-karts like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
We’ll go out babe, skateboarding, go looting for food hoarding
Whatever you desire
We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
One hand must wash the other
Each man must be a brother
Band up and take cover
We’ll go dancing, set fires, tag buildings, slash tires
Heal sick kids like Shriners
Or just hang out at Fred Meyers
We’ll go out babe, drink moonshine, tip rubble on the East side
Dig deep holes to China
We could just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
Why don’t we just stay in my bed at Fred Meyers
It takes a Glen Phillips penned Toad backed tune to so enigmatically describe every other breakup you've had.
This just never gets old.
Trevor Hartigan