Pasadena

I took a train to Pasadena I never thought much of the ride Didn't know a soul in Pasadena I got to the station and cried I didn't like the plastic people But I thought your jacket was nice Your mind was like a mirror, I squinted at you and I smiled I made a friend in Pasadena We're passing old bus stops and All the little antique shops, yeah My past behind the dusty glass And you get all my jokes as We're walking down Fair Oaks, yeah And I just can't believe that I met you in Pasadena On the couch at your apartment, Talked about the Universe We sang a song about belonging, Everybody knew the words I made a friend in Pasadena We're passing old bus stops and All the little antique shops, yeah My past behind the dusty glass And you get all my jokes as We're walking down Fair Oaks, yeah And I just can't believe that I met you in Pasadena Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Pasadena Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Pasadena Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Pasadena Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Pasadena We're passing old bus stops and All the little antique shops, yeah My past behind the dusty glass And you get all my jokes as We're walking down Fair Oaks, yeah And I just can't believe that No I'll always be around To dance to the rhythm of this Old Town, yeah And now I'm so glad that I took a train to Pasadena