The Pick-Up
All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badge
Abraham is alive and well in the pick-up
And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-up
Found myself in the pick-up, seatbelt on my lap
And my sister with her bracelet in the pick-up
Kiss my mother on her face in the pick-up
Clapping with the human race in the pick-up
Writer/s: Sufjan Stevens
