Song for Kelly Huckaby
๐ต 763 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:51 duration
๐ ID: 9243372
๐ Lyrics
Photographs of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
Our glass house, it threw rocks at all those it past
Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m.
To take my turn at the wheel
Climbed up Shasta, oh, how the engine ached
As the sun tortured California
And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete
Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
Lodged out as the engine wheezed
Still moving regardless of stable ground
And this stable ground
Photographs of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
Our glass house, it threw rocks at all those it past
Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m.
To take my turn at the wheel
Climbed up Shasta, oh, how the engine ached
As the sun tortured California
And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete
Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
Lodged out as the engine wheezed
Still moving regardless of stable ground
And this stable ground
Photographs of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:49.05] Photographs of the best time you had
[00:55.06] Windows smudged by the speed
[01:00.72] Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
[01:06.65] As morning turned into California
[01:11.53] And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
[01:23.62] Our glass house, it threw rocks at all those it past
[01:30.62]
[01:42.24] Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m.
[01:47.80] To take my turn at the wheel
[01:54.00] Climbed up Shasta, oh, how the engine ached
[01:59.81] As the sun tortured California
[02:04.92] And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
[02:17.24] Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete
[02:23.49]
[02:36.19] Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
[02:41.58] Lodged out as the engine wheezed
[02:47.37] Still moving regardless of stable ground
[02:53.25] And this stable ground
[02:58.57]
[03:10.70] Photographs of the best time you had
[03:16.53] Windows smudged by the speed
[03:22.54] Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
[03:27.96] As morning turned into California
[03:33.89]
[00:55.06] Windows smudged by the speed
[01:00.72] Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
[01:06.65] As morning turned into California
[01:11.53] And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
[01:23.62] Our glass house, it threw rocks at all those it past
[01:30.62]
[01:42.24] Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m.
[01:47.80] To take my turn at the wheel
[01:54.00] Climbed up Shasta, oh, how the engine ached
[01:59.81] As the sun tortured California
[02:04.92] And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
[02:17.24] Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete
[02:23.49]
[02:36.19] Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
[02:41.58] Lodged out as the engine wheezed
[02:47.37] Still moving regardless of stable ground
[02:53.25] And this stable ground
[02:58.57]
[03:10.70] Photographs of the best time you had
[03:16.53] Windows smudged by the speed
[03:22.54] Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
[03:27.96] As morning turned into California
[03:33.89]