Shasta

Baby look how far we've come

Casualties are littered all the way

'Cause we got miles left to go

To a place that I don't know

They told me the ground was gold

But I can't see it

One last time through the woods

In my old neighborhood

It tastes so bittersweet

I can't believe it

Hands in the cement

Stickers on the ceiling

Falling asleep to the werewolves

Pop the clutch on the v-dub

Throwing pebbles at your window