Behind the wheel, against the road
Next to you, the Central Coast
The central thought within my mind
Is how to stay within these lines
But still be free
Beneath the ground, the giants sleep
Maybe we're just in their dreams
The setting sun with every turn
Above the ground, the oak trees burn
And they weep for rain
And for this endless conversation
Instigated by the stars
A pocket knife, an old guitar
A coffee cup, a deck of cards
Coré coré, dashboard feet
The flashlight children by the stream
A box of books, a book of rocks
One for thе birds, one for the knots
That I will learn how to tiе
Around this day to keep my life
From sliding away
Next to you, the Central Coast
The central thought within my mind
Is how to stay within these lines
But still be free
Beneath the ground, the giants sleep
Maybe we're just in their dreams
The setting sun with every turn
Above the ground, the oak trees burn
And they weep for rain
And for this endless conversation
Instigated by the stars
A pocket knife, an old guitar
A coffee cup, a deck of cards
Coré coré, dashboard feet
The flashlight children by the stream
A box of books, a book of rocks
One for thе birds, one for the knots
That I will learn how to tiе
Around this day to keep my life
From sliding away
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