Eagle Rock (feat. Molly Miller)

She wants to move out to the westside,

Lay back with her feet in the sand.

She wants to live left of the 405

They got the fancy cars, chance to meet a fancy man.

She’s tired of life in the bus lane,

Tired of the old man who say he needs his seat.

Tired of being tired, feeling uninspired

Get me out from under this rock.

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

When can I roll?

She working the same job she did in high school

Bagging groceries at the Vons on La Loma and Fig

Nobody ever asks her how her day went

Why’s she always covering Friday’s closing shift .

She’s living with her ma and her step dad

Shithouse built back in 1922.

The paints all made with lead.

Ceiling’s falling on her head

So tell me how come nobody is trying to move from --

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

If you ever need friend, to listen to your woes, as the smog sets in I’ll be here

If you ever need a friend to hold you tight in this cold desert air, I’ll be here

I’ll always be here in.

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock

Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock, Eagle Rock