Текст: Dan Mangan. Pine For Cedars.

She might be wearing a green chemise
And a hat that she bought 'cause it matches her jeans
And the water she drinks well it comes from a stream
By the house she might win in that hospital lottery

And I might be stumbling and cursing them all
When she picks me up from the place that we both call disaster relief
For the rent must be paid by the first of the month
Or in my case, 15th

This is good as far as I can tell
It's still heavy as hell when it's good
And I do like the road
But I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
And pine for the cedars and you

Been around I suppose
I have chatted and chewed
I have lugged my guitar to the nice cafe blues
And when I come home I am coming home to this street and these avenues

This is good but as far as I can tell
It's still heavy as hell when it's good
And I do like the road
But I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
And pine for the cedars and you