Tekst :

I m waiting in the pines
I m waiting in the forest
Pilon at my side
The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking
We knew they couldn t harm us
And how the wind is crying
When misty morning dawn breaks

We ll walk back to the flats
With gallons in our hands

We re walking in the fields
We re working on the farms
We do just like our fathers
How can they take that from us?

And so we started driving
We had no choice to leave this
The bowl was left behind us
For Hooverville s before us

Three hundred thousand
Bodies who can t rest

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey

So I started driving
And left my home behind me
The row there kept reminding
Of pages in your writing

Sweet Thursday is calling me back up to Monterey
Up to Monterey

This is memory lane
Hello
November 11, 1998 (Hello) and i met this guy
Man wassup Im cool...(ooh)
This spirit this soul (ooh)
He had (ooh) this voice and his (ooh) complextion and God those eyebrows
I felt them before i ever touched him...

Hey listen, because I ll only say this once
do you think that you could lose yourself in me?
I could say I want to die by your side one day
but I could never speak the words
because they haven t wrote the words that mean enough to me...

This morning I picked up a paper
I read about tragedy I stopped and
I realized that it could ve been me oh oh
That could ve been my mother
Or maybe even my big brother
But you kept them just like you kept me
I want to tell you...

When you say love
You use it so lightly
But when I think of it
This is what comes to me
Loving me, where I am
How I am
Just for who I am
All my good and bad
Sure you think
It s not a possibility
Something so...

It all started here, she was a girl form the Midwest
He was a stranger in a strange land
Same old story
He came for the glory
She came looking for a young man s hand

But they found bright lights
And endless...