Flew out from the valley
In a snow -white Ford Coupe
1989, when I first heard my grandpa pray
I was in the ditch,
just beneath the gravel hill
I drove like it was summer,
but it was winter still.
It was winter, it was winter,
it was winter still.
Underneath the gravel hill.
It was winter, it was winter,
it was winter still
Underneath the gravel hill
I had to find the meaning,
I had to find the fuel
And one day I was through the maze
I haven't seen my body
since I stumbled out school.
I woke up on my pillow feeling
new.
Moving into the city
Where the streets are paved with gold
I pick it back with needle
just to try to find my own mold
And I was getting nowhere,
but I found the greatest lass
She fed me rice and chicken
and then I stepped right up on the gas
Those were the days
I had a wrinkled, three -faced
and a full head of hair
I felt at home anywhere
Those were the days
I had a wrinkled, three -faced
and a full head of hair
I felt at home, I felt at home,
I felt at home, anywhere