Photographs of the best time you had
Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it pased
Windows smudged by the speed
Lodged out as the engine wheezed
Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete
Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
Photographs of the best time you had
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
As morning turned into California
And this stable ground
Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m. to take my turn at the wheel
As morning turned into California
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
As the sun tortured California
Songwriter: Benjamin Gibbard
Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
Still moving regardless of stable ground