Summertime, and living isn't easy.
It's 100 in the shade, and it's not even breezy.
No AC in this car, and Spokane is so far.
So I sit, on the vinyl interior of our VW van feeling a little inferior.
Fancy minivans pass us by.
Upper middle class kids waving hi.
They look so happy with their juice box in hand.
Staring at the road, hypnotized by lines after lines.
Were all playin' the game where we call out letters from the signs.
"M" in "motel." "N" in "Wenatchee." "O" in "Pasco." "P" in "Please kill me."
We've been driving so long. So so long. So so long.
I can't take much more of this.
I fell asleep.
A nervous, fleeting, scary sleep.
Fighting back nightmares of our fiery death from a semi jack-knifed right in front of us.
I woke when I thought that we'd expired, and a sign said "Spokane 7 miles."
So tonight we'll sleep and tomorrow we'll be in the cool, deep, dark embrace of the lake.
Now, we're swimming at Coeur D'Alene lake.
Water goes for miles.
I realize this was not a mistake.
Trees like we just don't see in the city of trees tower o'er
in the park by the beach there, grass between my toes.
Yeah, this is great, this is great here.
I don't need a nice van, or even air conditioning, since I have this sky, have these trees, have this park.
They can't take it from me.