Sonoma

The hills and valleys of my youth
have overgrown the cover up
the wrinkles that belong to me and you
and my face is all but fragile as my complexion turns to gravel
and my confidence has crumbled round my face
and in a different life i see
all I have thrown away
and a brown eyes match the burnt grass on the plains
and I recall the somewhat distance sound of the beating of her heart
must have been the purest sound I'd ever found
its been a while since I've found the meaning of what I thought was love
o oooo oooooo
oooooo oooooooooooo ooo
ooooooooo oooo
da lalalala
to the four side of the subway rail
you and me alone again
just enough to weaken my knees
and I lost you somewhere inbetween
the cigarettes and sweater seams
and it's good just to hear your voice again
and I will reach across the stars
to where you are
and take you by the hand
ooooh take you by the hand ohhh
dadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
dadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ahhhhh
woa woa woooooooa
woooa oooo ooooo oo
and i will imprint on the grass
is all we have
to bring us back
to home at laaast, our
inprint on the grass
is all we have
to bring us
baaaaack
to home
at laaaa aaa aaaast