Текст песни Everything Small Is Just a Small Version of Something Big

Summer, linden county park Half the population beach-bound Children doggedly swim The maybe four-feet deep out the barrier allowed But we haunt just a mile away Tracing the faded white pant from a cross country track meet When we come into an open field I am reminded of summer camps spent as a cub scout This is where they hid the "golden nuggets" (Rocks spray painted and scattered throughout the park Like the san francisco gold rush was in our backyard) I bent down, hands in the soil And wondered how deep ten years would bury Any unfound pieces I think I almost expected to find one