Young Road Trips
    (专辑: Welcome To Sparks, Nevada - 2020)
    
    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 dreaming  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