Music: Quinn Christopherson/Nicholas Carpenter
I wanna be touring
In cities I don't like
I wanna be playing shows
Spitting into the mic
Groceries from a truckstop
And sweat with the sun
I wear the same tank top
I'm from Anchorage, I only got one
Your boy
He needs some sun
Your boy
Yeah, he's a loaded gun
Your boy
He needs to run
Grandma told me that I should get out
Once in a while
She said, "This our land, you come back when you need"
But I don't know where to start or stop
And who would ever pay to see me?
Your boy
He needs some sun
Your boy
Yeah, he's a loaded gun
Your boy
He needs to run
What if I go and it's all the same?
A bar in a town that won't remember my name
Rhubarb pie to remind me of home
You'll never make it on your own
Your boy
He needs some sun
Your boy
Yeah, he's a loaded gun
Your boy
He needs to run
Yeah, he needs to run