Field Trips Video (MV)

I got rocks in my shoes
Think I've got them walking with you
Take them off and dump them out
Lay back down and watch the clouds
I remember when we were younger
Told our friends that we were brothers
Water guns and vibrant colors, Sidewalk cracks can hurt your mother
I'm stuck in-between
I need my caffeine
Cellophane and window panes
And things that lie in color
Sidewalk, scooters, no computers
Do it for a dollar
I've thought about it since last week
Sometimes it makes it hard to speak
My arms are sore, I want her more
But I've been on a losing streak
I got rocks in my shoes
Think I've got them walking with you
Take them off and dump them out
Lay back down and watch the clouds
I remember when we were younger
Told our friends that we were brothers
Water guns and vibrant colors, Sidewalk cracks can hurt your mother
Poets know it, and I
Over show it when I
Set a bar, and then I
Go below it
They say that we are getting older
So is the Devil on my shoulder
Light a fire cus the days are getting colder.