[00:47.14]Photographs of the best time you had,
[00:52.27]windows smugded by the speed.
[00:58.61]Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
[01:03.67]as morning turned into California,
[01:08.49]And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.
[01:17.28]
[01:21.36]Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.
[01:30.30]
[01:39.65]Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel.
[01:50.16]Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
[01:54.72]as the sun tortured California,
[02:00.13]and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.
[02:10.42]Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.
[02:26.70]
[02:32.06]Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
[02:35.38]lodged out as the engine wheezed.
[02:40.80]Still moving regardless of stable ground
[02:46.92]and this stable ground.
[02:54.73]
[03:03.92]Photographs of the best time you had,
[03:08.36]windows smugded by the speed.
[03:14.61]Leaving home with our bags from Iron street
[03:20.12]as morning turned into California.