Strawberry Hill (album version) Red House Painters

I can hear them
Speaking in the next room
As they drink and start
Losing control and get louder
They wonder about me
I can hear her
Twirling the ice with her finger
She's got that
Half dead look in her eyes by now
She worries about me

He's not like the other boys
Around here
He says nothing and sits in his
Room and he's afraid to
And he's afraid to drive a car
So sad he is

It's our duty
As we're respected
It's our duty
As californians
To show him new life

Ever since my staying i've been
Having bad dreams
So stop eating cabbage and stop
Talking to that girl
What are the winters like here?