Certified from Faded Jackets by Zach Moulton

You think that you can peel away
But the Midwest holds you close
Don’t nobody know why
But that first year hurts so much

You got a room at a spot downtown
By the Redband coffee cup
Got a job in Grand Mound
Pulling parts for some boys
That smoke too much

Wrap yourself in winter
and make bet that you can change
A new coat and you buddy’s old boots
Got you standing outside again

It ain’t ever gonna rain again
At least not like it did last year
I’m going home tomorrow
I’m gettin outta here

You got a bag full of picture books
Enough money for a Diet Coke
You got grit and you never lie
You know a few but you don’t tell jokes

You cant hide you’re certified
You got roots near everywhere
You got a road to kingdom come
And a car to take you there

Wrap yourself in winter
and make bet that you can change
A new coat and you buddy’s old boots
Got you standing outside again

It ain’t ever gonna rain again
At least not like it did last year
I’m going home tomorrow
I’m gettin outta here

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