The grass is dead for a reason
When it gets to the weekend
When the kids all leave
Isn’t even off season

My t-shirt smells like diesel
Work my fingers to the bone
We look like other people
The ones who stayed as well

I’ll stick around
I guess so
I’ll stick around
I guess so
I might

Ran off
Had to get away
Where’s far enough to stay?
Anyway for too long
Settle where it counts
Save and buy a house
Or maybе rent
My t-shirt smells like diеsel
Work my fingers to the bone
Where you know all the people
The ones who stayed at home
I’ll stick around
I guess so
I’ll stick around
I guess so
I might

I’ll stick around
I guess so
I’ll stick around
I guess so
I might

The grass is dead for a reason
When it gets to the weekend
When the kids all leave
Isn’t even off season