Longfall
And the only calm this city gives is living in these ocean sounds.
Well, it's not as bad as it could be, it's just not as good as I thought it would be;
You'll find out what you miss most when you're out alone on the West Coast...
In a longfall;
Yes, it's gonna be a longfall.
I'm not sure why I'm still here, when I left my life seemed so clear,
Now my dreams are heavy things that are muddied by reality,
Cause I can't find good pay, and there's no game days on Saturdays,
Yes, the only tailgates I see down are loading smack and crack cocaine...
For a long haul;
Up the West Coast in this longfall.
My girl loved the price of fame, I lost her when she changed her name,
Her face used to feel so soft,
'til her agent's doctor pulled it off,
She got a new nose and cheekbones, and a bit part on a TV show,
But a home can turn to a frozen place, when the one you love's got a stranger's face...
It's a longfall, out in LA,
It's a longfall.
Still no rain, and I don't feel the same...
Just when I thought I'd head on back, I saw a black haired girl on the concrete path;
She flung her hair back with her hands, between the setting sun and a coffee stand
And in the fading light I could barely see, when she fired up a Winston and gave it to me,
She said, "You look like someone I know"; I said, "I do, well, thanks for the care, cause it shows."
In this longfall,
There's fine folks out on the West Coast,
It's just a longfall.
Where there's no cold, and no one gets old.
In this longfall,
There's no rain, but I know Jane will change.
In this longfall,
Yes, I know things have got to change.
Autor(es): Geoffrey Stokes Nielson