you gotta have the right tools
  for every job
  so I invite myself in
  through a hole in the fence
  I am tripping through the junkyard
  scanning over the piles
  the thin cats raise their skin in defense
  I know he's watching me
  I can see him through the cracks
  his eyes are small and shy on my back
  he says his name is jason
  he lives in the last trailer on the right
  and he'll be seven
  on the fourth of july
    only the people who live here
  know the name of this place
  my path through iowa would be
  hard to trace
  all the adults in this town
  try not to frown
  when I walk by
  but jason smiled at me
  he met my eye
    he don't ask me
  where I'm from
  or why I came
  here alone
  we all go looking for paradise
  then we go back home
  we cut out the small talk
  go right to the way things are
  he showed me his squirrel skull
  I told him I locked myself out of my car
    so there goes the only friend
  I have in iowa
  his hand flapping behind him
  waving good-bye
  his name is jason
  he lives in the last trailer on the right
  and he'll be seven
  on the fourth of july