Lyrics
I knew a brass girl, that had a brass heart, within her brass chest
But it melted when she was hot
What do you do when your Father is a blacksmith?
What do you do when your Mother is wooden?
You're going to pack your bags and take a one-way trip to Iceland
Enjoy the northern lights but write us once a week
Don't let the 315, define you're 5'6"
What do you do?
You're going to pack your bags and take a one-way trip to the Riverbend
Don't let the East Coast lights reflect off of you