Tall Pines

Riding in a moving truck again

Northern California dusk is barely hanging in

They need a music pastor at a church in Paradise

Here we come guys

Keeping my eyes wide open

For the long shadows

In the tall pines

Now what's a winning twelfth grade girl want with a freshman

We took our shirts off in my bedroom, french kissing

Both lying to our parents

Keeping my eyes wide open

For the long shadows

In the tall pines

But it's over now

I like it here anyway

Sunday church

Friends in the pews

What am I gonna do

Follow in my father's footsteps

Or maybe music work I haven't dreamt of yet

I hope it's drumset

Keeping my eyes wide open

For the long shadows

In the tall pines

Dad waited til school let out

To confront his boss

For doing wrong

And it's time to move again