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 And 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 Coffee cup, a deck of cards Corre corre dashboard feet Flashlight children by the stream
A box of books, a book of rocks One for the birds, one for the knots That I will learn how to tie Around this day to keep my life From sliding away
From this endless conversation Instigated by the stars A little wood to keep it burning Fascinated by it all
The first awake will stoke the coals The early morning river rolls The last one in the swing will break Stones will stack, the kids will make Those lines
Roxaboxen by the creek Candle lights began to speak Words are broken Smoke signals that will leads us into the light Into it all And always
Always endless conversations Implicated by the stars A little wood to keep it burning Fascinated by it all And always
Compositor: Jack Hody Johnson (Jack Johnson) ECAD: Obra #17961395 Fonograma #17950909