We almost crashed there in that L.A. county parking lot

Sweating in the San Fernando Valley sun

I really fucked up the paint job on your little sister′s carAnd I'm sorry for everything else I′ve done

So I'll retreat back to the East Coast

And be a good ol' Pennsylvania farmers son

Yeah, I′m still living in that haunted house my parents bought

Yeah, the one right by the battlefield where

Washington won

Despite the memories, I′ve really learned to hate it here

In spite of every lesson learned in my young life

I learn to drive there, by the driveway in a tractor

I learned to love inside my car on muggy nights

And I believe that there is some form of redemption

Yeah, something gossamer that I can idealize

Yeah, there's a blizzard on the mountain tops in Aspen

And it′s raining every goddamn day in paradise

With every fibre of my being, I fall further out of line

But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"

And every figment I've imagined was forgotten over time

But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"

We almost crashed there in that L.A. County parking lot

I′m still deciding if I really did survive

I read an avalanche just swallowed up the mountain

And a tidal wave ate Paradise alive