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