4th of July

You gotta have the right tools
 For every job so I invite myself in
 Through a hole in the fence
 I am tripping through the junkyard
 Scanning over the piles
 The thin cats raise their skin in defense
 I know he's watching me
 I can see him through the cracks
 His eyes are small and shy on my back
 He says his name is Jason
 He lives in the last trailer on the right
 And he'll be seven on the 4th of July
 Only the people who live here
 Know the name of this place
 My path through Iowa would be
 Hard to trace all the adults in this town
 Try not to frown
 When I walk by
 But Jason smiled at me
 He met my eye
 He don't ask me where I'm from
 Or why I came here alone
 We all go looking for paradise
 Then we go back home
 We cut out the small talk
 Go right to the way things are
 He showed me his squirrel skull
 I told him I locked myself out of my car
 So there goes the only friend
 I have in Iowa
 His hand flapping behind him
 Waving goodbye
 His name is Jason
 He lives in the last trailer on the right
 And he'll be seven
 On the 4th of July