Night crawls on old San Juan No person is missing, no one knows I'm gone I'm full of fire, never been better, never been higher Both butcher and the baker shake like earthquake Never felt faker I'm gonna watch the smoke slip into the sky We are the remnant of the latchkey kids Assumed to pick up rules but we never ever did
We were running out of mind just to help us unwind We would run into the field to find the things that were real Digging tunnels through the sand Hold the earth within our hand Spend the night inside a dream Moving earth and changing things We would run out to the field to hide the things that were real