Far away feeling that starts in your eyes
Missing my mark, tied to the arrow
So California's as small as we thought
We'll buy a van, still sleep in a meadow
Selling our records a dollar a pop
A friend on the coast, a pillow to drop
The smell of ocean in an old canoe
I spilled my coffee in a dirty room
Death is polishing a new-spit-tune
And the life of the party's out the door too soon
Holding my breath and forgetting the line
When you're not here, I'm playing those old songs
Breaking our backs just to make it on time
And if we get lost, we'll follow some dirt roads
Back to the first house before we had left, talking instead and imagining when
The smell of ocean in an old canoe
I spilled my coffee in a dirty room
Death is polishing a new-spit-tune
And the life of the party's out the door too soon
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