We almost crashed there in that L.A. county parking lot
Sweating in the San Fernando Valley sun
I really fucked up the paint job on your little sister's car
And I'm sorry for everything else I've done
So I'll retreat back to the East Coast
And be a good ol' Pennsylvania farmers son
Yeah, I'm still living in that haunted house my parents bought
Yeah, the one right by the battlefield where
Washington won
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Despite the memories, I've really learned to hate it here
In spite of every lesson learned in my young life
I learn to drive there, by the driveway in a tractor
I learned to love inside my car on muggy nights
And I believe that there is some form of redemption
Yeah, something gossamer that I can idealize
Yeah, there's a blizzard on the mountain tops in Aspen
And it's raining every goddamn day in paradise
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With every fibre of my being, I fall further out of line
But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"
And every figment I've imagined was forgotten over time
But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"
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We almost crashed there in that L.A. County parking lot
I'm still deciding if I really did survive
I read an avalanche just swallowed up the mountain
And a tidal wave ate Paradise alive