Lyrics

[Verse 1] Findlay, Ohio, 1968 Poking hot tar bubbles with a stick on the driveway Grammy's a Republican, Nixon is her man In two years time Ohio will be up in flames I like the smell of the trash and leaves Burning in the cans Roger is the boy next door, he's a wanderer He starts with his hands... [Verse 2] Cathy's the outcast, we're nice but we steer clear And everyone says watch out for her mom The word is she's crazy, she's always drinking beer Cathy's dad never came back from Vietnam I like the smell of the trash and leaves Burning in the cans Roger is the boy next door, he's a wanderer He starts by holding my hands [Chorus] Scared but curious Raised up right but furious What happens to a fence-scaling girl? And if you catch your pants on top First you're stuck, then you'll drop And you'll look back, first you'll feel the thrill And then... [Verse 3] I wasn't into poetry, but Sexton changed all that "The awful rowing" past in tow and sinking slowly Listless and listing the things I leave behind So unkind, the pull of history We drove in a station wagon, wheels soft slapping Trenton on the turnpike The smell of the refineries rushes back to me And how I loved the lights [Chorus] Scared but curious Raised up right but furious What happens to a fence-scaling girl? And if you catch your pants on top First you'll stick, then you'll drop And you'll look back, first you'll feel the thrill