Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Road Trips, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Welcome to Sparks, Nevada, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
Young Road Trips |
We crossed the Vietnam Veterans Bridge |
During the spring, there are pink and yellow foxgloves along the ridges |
This old car smells like when we were kids road tripping |
To Pennsylvania and West Virginia and to the Crybaby Bridge |
The Vietnam Veterans Bridge crosses the ravine |
You look out and all you see is serene green |
Trees going on for days and days |
South Lake Tahoe that way, Sacramento and San Francisco the other way |
This car feels like it’s been lived in |
Like there have been good times in here and all kinds of sacrilege |
This car has so many miles, it’s been on so many pilgrimages |
Who knows where it’s went and who knows where it’s been? |
This car reminds me of young road trips |
Listening to Jimi Hendrix’s Rainbow Bridge |
And Robin Trower’s Bridge of Sighs, the sun don’t shine, the moon don’t move |
The way he bends his strings sounds like a scorned person crying |
Tonight we’ll be crossing the Vietnam Veterans Bridge |
On the way to San Francisco on Memorial Day, I should’ve been in Sweden or |
Norway |
But things didn’t work out that way this May |
It’s nice to be sharing time with you though, it’s nice to get away |
Being around the house so much reminds me of being a kid |
I know my way around the yard, every blackberry bush, every rosebush, |
every inch of my bedroom, every garbage can lid |
Every fern, every flower, every tree trunk, every spigot |
I knew a red squirrel named Fox, I knew an albino squirrel named Edgar, |
I knew a brown squirrel named James, I knew a black squirrel named Willis |
And when we crossed the Vietnam Veterans Bridge |
I think of the word Vietnam, I was born in 1967, I heard it every day until I |
was 11 |
My mom would drop me off in downtown Canton, Ohio to play chess |
At a chess club, I’d be sitting there with Vietnam vet’s |
I remember their army jackets and their Marlboro Red cigarettes |
Though I was a kid, they treated me like an adult, they treated me with |
kindness and respect |
I remember sitting on the cement steps California dreamin' |
Waiting for my mom to pick me up and take me home |
I was just a kid with a bunch of guys who looked like John Voight in Coming Home |
And here I am on my roof looking at the Golden Gate Bridge |
Reflecting on my life and all that has led me from those young road trips to |
this |
Grateful for you, for with you, my life is blessed |
I, remembering young road trips |