Brussels Sprouts (feat. Ryan Kawanami)

Pasadena, in July Hotter than the sun I've got beautiful memory From summer of '21 Well sir I heard you the museum is closed now I look at my watch it's four forty-five We turn to laugh and say "what's that guy's problem?" They're kicking us out though it closes at five It feels like yesterday I saw you drive away With flowers at my feet I'm crying in the street Spending New Year's in Santa Cruz Leaving behind the blues Really don't have plans it seems Doesn't matter with you Walk ten miles where the cliffs meet the sea Meets the sky, you and me and a friend made of clay Without a doubt, if we picked Brussels sprouts Then the memory would make them much sweeter It feels like yesterday I saw you drive away With flowers at my feet I'm crying in the street The haze has cleared it's a beautiful day And I can't help but feel that all will be fine I turn to laugh and wipe tears from my eyes Though it hurts to endure such a wistful goodbye