Heather from here Fear fur for a folding chair She does not know that she will always be from here People speak of her like a monument She's likely outside drinking warm beer She may be wearing her mans tank top It fits loose so you can see inside I never know if she'll make it through a night, make it through a night Heather from here You look so fuzzy from a thousand miles away And when you decide to leave this place I promise myself to never forget She's likely outside drinking warm beer She may be wearing her mans tank top It fits loose so you can see inside I never know if she'll make it through a night, make it through a night Now she's a banshee with a sirens wail Talking shop with the pillars of salt She's working class but she's never had a job I don't know how that exists She's likely outside drinking warm beer She may be wearing her mans tank top It fits loose so you can see inside I never know if she'll make it through a night, make it through a night