I don`t know east texas from Louisiana.
And I don`t know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight.
And Indianapolis.
Summers in park and recreation pools,
and carsick vacations in size eleven in "I`m going to heaven" shoes.
I don`t know god;
I don`t know anyone or if anything will be all right.
Like I don`t know Billy Ocean from the ocean floor.
I don`t own any albums, I don`t know anything.
I don`t go to college anymore.
I`ve got my hands on the one hand,
but I don`t know where to put them.
But on the other hand,
I don`t know if I`ll talk my way out of this one tonight.