we found the starsnwe found the starsndid you ever try to lay on the factsnit's rusted shirts, you know [?]nand i found this feeling in a mason jarnunder stairs where we used to gonnyeah my feet have always been tirednyeah this acre of land makes me tirednas we tie another one onnas we tie another one onnnthe sunset was rusted ironnand the ropes [?] calls home i knownher arms were broken in by thennand i knew i'd break my ownnnyeah my feet have always been tirednyeah this acre of land makes me tirednas we tie another one onnas we tie another one onnnwe found the starsnwe found the stars