Sun Kil Moon - Young Road Trips lyrics

We crossed the Vietnam Veterans Bridge
During the spring, there are pink and yellow
Foxgloves along the ridges
This old car smells like when
We were kids road tripping
To Pennsylvania and West Virginia and
To the Crybaby Bridge

The Vietnam Veterans Bridge
Crosses the ravine
You look out and all you see is serene green
Trees going on for days and days
South Lake Tahoe that way
Sacramento and San Francisco the other way

This car feels like it’s been livеd in
Like there havе been good times in
Here and all kinds of sacrilege
This car has so many miles
It’s been on so many pilgrimages
Who knows where it’s went and
Who knows where it's been?

This car reminds me of young road trips
Listening to Jimi Hendrix’s Rainbow Bridge
And Robin Trower’s Bridge of Sighs
The sun don’t shine, the moon don’t move
The way he bends his strings sounds
Like a scorned person crying

Tonight we’ll be crossing the
Vietnam Veterans Bridge
On the way to San Francisco on Memorial Day
I should’ve been in Sweden or Norway
But things didn’t work out that way this May
It’s nice to be sharing time with you though
It’s nice to get away

Being around the house so much reminds
Me of being a kid
I know my way around the yard
Every blackberry
Bush, every rosebush, every inch
Of my bedroom, every garbage can lid
Every fern, every flower, every tree trunk
Every spigot
I knew a red squirrel named Fox
I knew an albino
Squirrel named Edgar, I knew a
Brown squirrel named James
I knew a black squirrel named Willis

And when we crossed the
Vietnam Veterans Bridge
I think of the word Vietnam
I was born in 1967
I heard it every day until I was 11
My mom would drop me off in downtown Canton
Ohio to play chess at a chess club
I’d be sitting there with Vietnam vet’s

I remember their army jackets and
Their Marlboro Red cigarettes
Though I was a kid, they
Treated me like an adult
They treated me with kindness and respect
I remember sitting on the
Cement steps California dreamin’
Waiting for my mom to pick me
Up and take me home

I was just a kid with a bunch of guys
Who looked like John Voight in Coming Home
And here I am on my roof
Looking at the Golden Gate Bridge
Reflecting on my life and all that has led
Me from those young road trips to this
Grateful for you, for with you
My life is blessed
I, remembering young road trips