Richie and Austen are often along for the ride They don't say a lot, but they know every inch of this drive If these trees started talking, I bet you they'd only talk shit 'Cause we never do anything real, we just talk about it Endin' of August, the bugs are just starting to die All the neighbors are voting for someone who wins every time And I thought getting older meant knowing it's too late to try And I tried getting sober, I swear I did better this time Ooohh, oohhh Ooohh, oohhh Whoa, everything you see out here will die Ooh, it's a matter of time 'til it's Fields of ice and reflector lights 'Til it's our town Mmm And anything you need I will provide A ride home or an alibi I know the traffic light You can speed right by 'Cause the camera's down And I follow New York plates to the county line I ignore 'em when they wave on 89 The minute that September hits I'm going off my medicine, oh Late August angst, and a pointless night Ooh, and the feeling of being alive For the first time, in a long time Oh we're a drawing of a place We're a photo on the fridge They mined copper for years Oh, there was nothing left to dig It's a place where most kids Just grow up and have kids, who grow up and have kids Who build homes for the rich, oh Whoa, everything you see out here will die Ooh, it's a matter of time 'til it's Fields of ice and reflector lights 'Til it's our town 'Til it's our town 'Til it's our town And it's ours now It's ours now