Is it a shame or a comfortnWe say the same things to each othernWhen we leave the city and the skynopens upnnIs it cliche or truthnWe lean on ourselves for the proofnAnd we're bored, sick, tired, getting slownTake us homennAnd North CarolinanWe are the same brought upnwith rope and smokennAnd West North DakotanWe are the same brought upnslow and remotennIs it a shame or a comfortnWe say the same things to each othernWhen we gather hopeful in the nightnAnd wait upnnIs it cliche or truthnWe lean on ourselves and our youthnAnd we're bored, sick, tired, getting slownTake us homennAnd East ManitobanWe are the same bored to tearsnand alonennAnd Southwestern GeorgianWe are the same, humidnProud and composed