you gotta have the right tools   for every job   so i invite myself in   through a hole in the fence   i am tripping through the junkyard   scanning over the piles   the thin cats raise their skin in defense   i know he's watching me   i can see him through the cracks   his eyes are small and shy on my back   he says his name is jason   he lives in the last trailer on the right   and he'll be seven   on the fourth of july      only the people who live here   know the name of this place   my path through iowa would be   hard to trace   all the adults in this town   try not to frown   when i walk by   but jason smiled at me   he met my eye      he don't ask me   where i'm from   or why i came   here alone   we all go looking for paradise   then we go back home   we cut out the small talk   go right to the way things are   he showed me his squirrel skull   i told him i locked myself out of my car      so there goes the only friend   i have in iowa   his hand flapping behind him   waving good-bye   his name is jason   he lives in the last trailer on the right   and he'll be seven   on the fourth of july