The tree trunks like open gates
For the wild the state of day
But by night they turn to the bars
On the prison windows of our roads
All the dark secrets are inside them
And they're looming in front of you!

Why don't you stay in your little village
Cause we're no more wild and you've got so much
Work to do

So yeah, we can stop at the state park
With our bellies full and no go too far
From your little car but if we were gonna do that
Why don't we just drive out to walmart
And hang out in the parking lot, its almost dawn

And the street lights look like moons