Tall Pines

Riding in a moving truck again
Northern California dusk is barely hanging in
They need a music pastor at a church in Paradise
Here we come guys

Keeping my eyes wide open
For the long shadows
In the tall pines

Now what’s a winning twelfth grade girl want with a freshman
We took our shirts off in my bedroom, french kissing
Both lying to our parents

Keeping my eyes wide open
For the long shadows
In the tall pines

But it’s over now
I like it here anyway
Sunday church
Friends in the pews
What am I gonna do

Follow in my father’s footsteps
Or maybe music work I haven’t dreamt of yet
I hope it’s drumset

Keeping my eyes wide open
For the long shadows
In the tall pines

Dad waited til school let out
To confront his boss
For doing wrong
And it’s time to move again