Cherokee Animal Collective

Late for its arrival
My mind's begun to find
Early peculiarities of how it defines time
And there are turkeys out the window
That I appreciate
There’s plastic like a barge somewhere
It's got no docking date

And on a tour I saw focaccia treated like its jade

Someone in the lobby
Is dressed down just like me
And an infant won the lottery
But really it was he
With a pocket full of roofies
A pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure
And some people call that grief

At the Exxon they were confused if I was American
And so I left offended with a pack of M&Ms
I’ve been driving for a long while
Spent some time in a Cherokee
Learning things

Out there in Black Mountain sprouts education, see
But you can learn a lot, just take a walk above my tree
They gathered round the easel and spelled "community"
I go looking for my teachers and wondering what that means