One by One All Day - the Shins

«Howdy, lem,» my grandpa said with his eyes closed

Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow

A life before doubt

I smell the engine grease and mints the wind is blending

Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor

Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way

To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows

Beside a stream

Under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets

And let them go one by one all day in a brand new place

You were no ordinary drain on her defenses

And she was no ordinary girl

Oh, Inverted World

If every moment of our lives

Were cradled softly

In the hands of some strange and gentle child

I’d not roll my eyes so